Lord, I want to see!  Jesus, son of David, have mercy on me, look at my misery, do not abandon me, do not reject me as everyone else has.  You are my only hope in this hopeless place, help me live again, be happy again, get back on my feet; I want to be whole.  These are the words of a blind man as Jesus entered into Jericho.

That cry of abandonment captures the experience of so many human beings who live in despair, who search endlessly for meaning in a cruel, chaotic, unjust world. It is also a cry of help from people who feel that God has abandoned them, that God is hiding from them.

The “hidden God” is a challenge, for if there is a God — and just about everybody at one time or other doubts even this part — He seems to be hiding.  This may sound like a very modern malaise but the complaint is not new. Yet the problem is not “finding” God; paraphrasing C.S. Lewis: “To speak of man’s search for God is like speaking of the mouse searching for the cat.”  The problem is not “finding” God, but how do we let ourselves be found by a hidden God.

We are all looking but we found what we are looking for only by being looked for.

— Father Pothin