A few moments later, we were sitting with Marla on the porch. I was expecting God’s arrival any moment now. “Hello,John,” Marla greeted me.”This is a wonderful setting for a meeting with Him.”
“It certainly is,” I responded, “but where is He, Marla? This is supposed to be the day, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it’s today and the time is right.” Then, turning to Gideon, she said, “Why don’t you go ahead and explain, Gideon.”
“Relax, John,” said Gideon. “I have a few things to tell you.”
“I knew it! I knew it!” I shouted, disappointment welling up within me. “Something told me that He wouldn’t be here.” I breathed a sigh of resignation. Marla and Gideon said nothing for a short while. Finally, Gideon took another sip of coffee, leaned back in his chair and started speaking.
“Listen carefully, John,” he said. “God didn’t disappoint you. God never disappoints anyone. Remember I told you earlier that God is never late? He did come. He’s here, but He chose to do it in a different manner from the way you saw Him recently. He wanted you to realize that you didn’t have to go to the Big City to see Him, that He’s always with you and that an appointment is not nec- essary. He is here and with you this very moment, but you can’t see as well as you can feel.”
“Then, where is He, Gideon?” My voice was still laden with disappointment.
It was Marla who spoke next. “Listen, John, will you trust us for a little while longer?”
“Of course, Marla. You know that I’ve always trusted you and Gideon