When God Appears

I'm on my second book by Martha Medeiros, "Feliz Por Nada" and once again I can say that this woman is incredible. I am becoming increasingly fond of her and my dad is picking up momentum. I identified a lot with this text, because the way she talks about God is the way I think about it. No more.

"I have friends of faith. Many. One, which is like a sister, wrote me an email telling me the wonder that was the recital of pianist Nelson Freire at the Theatro São Pedro, recently. She wrote these times God appears.I got that phrase resounding in my head. God is not on sale, strutting around. He chooses, within the more stringent criterion, the times appear to us. Not being visible to the eye, it gives preference to the sensitivity as access to us. I'm not a practicing Catholic and ritualistic - I'm not going to mass. But I value these appearances like the arrival of a visiting distinguished, which gives me peace to the soul.When God appears to you?For me, it always appears through music, and need not be a Nelson Freire. It may be a popular music can be something that plays on the radio, but I arrive at the exact moment I need to be reconciled with myself. Unexpectedly, the music transcends me.
God appears to me in books, in paragraphs that do not believe that may have been written by a worldly being, were written by a being more than human.God appears to me - a lot! - When I'm facing the sea. We had a long chat, about a month ago, when the waves were only between me and him. We understand that amid the blue, which would be the color of God, if he had one.God appears to me - and do not consider it a heresy - at the time of sex, since it made with the beloved. It is completely different from casual sex, sex as an escape valve. Unlike pay attention. Not to say that any sex is not good.At this very moment I write, I'm listening to My Sweet Lord is not sung by George Harrison (God rest his soul), but Billy Preston (God rest his soul too) and I can assure you: the letter is a lively chat with him, by rhythmic rock'n'roll. Hallelujah.God shows up when I cry. When the frailty is such that it seems that I'm not going to rebuild. When a friend calls me from a distant country and proves to be closer than the neighbor upstairs. God appears in the smile of my nephew and spontaneous hug of my daughters. And the concerns of my mother, that mother is always a testament to the presence of this man.And when I call the guy and he gets mad, then I'm sure it's really me. "

Martha Medeiros