Wide Open Wonderment IMMANUEL’S HOUSE written by Rachel Dube The Spirit of the holy God, the one outside of time and space, the Sustainer whose hands hold the whole of His creation... How can He be here amongst us? How can He hear my quiet prayer amidst the clamor of the universe? Above the explosions of stars, the wailings of grief, the heavy rolling growls of the ground and the sky and sea as they groan and ache? Above the songs and sounds of joy, the honks and hums of traffic, the soft yet unmistakably restless sound of tossing and turning in the night? Above the white noise of millions of prayers, whispered, wailed, shouted and moaned, spoken, sung and sometimes silent? How does He see and hear and know me like a lover and a mother and a father and a friend? Because He no longer dwells on the mountain guarded by thunder and fire. Because He would not let the curtain or the curse keep me from Him anymore.