Out there, in the middle of the night, on the flats north of some city in the desert, I saw him out of the corner of my eye at a speed I dared not look to see as I flew upon my motorcycle in the middle of the night. A burning light, a flare of light, a dazzling encounter with the one true God whose name I capitalize from respect. He spared me. He let me see the glory and live. A hundred miles per hour, the speed of my life up to then and there I came to rest, dismounted and removed my helmet in homage in the middle of the night in the middle of the desert. Perhaps He will let me see Him once again. Who knows? Then I’ll kneel as I should have done. It all comes with experience. ƒ