I have a friend who has a five-year-old daughter. He ran upstairs to see her one day because there was a thunderstorm. The thunder was roaring, light flashing... When he got to her room, his little girl was standing on the window sill, leaning spread-eagle against the glass, lightning, thunder flashing, roaring outside. He said, "Jennifer, what are you doing?"
She said, "I think God is trying to take my picture."
If I Should Wake before I Dieā¦, by Tony Campolo