Every detective story is a proof of God's existence.

When everything is suffused with reasons, that's the presence of God. Everything ought to be (and is) luminous with reasons. – although these are often not so easy to figure out. After all, everything flows from one single intelligent Creator. If one may say so, God knew what He was doing.

Still we have to recognise: God hates to be too obvious about things. He writes pretty darn good mysteries into almost everything He does. Our fun lies in the detection. Who would be attracted to God if He didn't drop a hint, or plainly plant a clue? And then cover it up again? We have to work for it. Use our brains a little. Keep pursuing the hidden God. God is pursuing us, and wants us to be adults. Not wimps. But we keep running from him…

I fled him, down the nights and down the days,

I fled him, down the arches of the years;

I fled him, down the labyrithine ways

Of my own mind.

God has been pursuing us. He has been flirting with us. He has been giving us all the hints we will ever need. It is okay to stop and let Him catch us.

No One Sees God. The Dark Night of Atheists and Believers, Michael Novak, (New York: Doubleday, 2008), 198-99.

This is popular philosophy, and no wonder it's popular. God the flirt! Life as a detective story! A hint dropping Deity! And if he may say so, "God knew what he was doing"

Quite so!

"And the Word became flesh and took up residence amongst us, and we gazed on His glory…"

The Absolute becomes relative. Absolutely! And that too is Advent.

(Blake's etching of the Trinity, above, is a beautiful contrast to our words – the embrace of love, the hovering comforter, the eternal communion of willing surrender and redeeming grace, the planted clue of divine unselfishness).