Back in the day, Mars Hill Graduate School had a journal (I guess I also ought to add that back in the day Mars Hill had a graduate school, but that is a different story). And it was a great journal, filled with interesting articles, great discussions about movies and literature, and lots of poetry (I can’t tell you how I wished I understood poetry, all those beautiful words written so flowingly, all signs of a bright and gifted mind, supposedly). But the one section that always caught my attention was the section entitled, “Reminders of God.” In it, the authors would discuss finding God in the most unlikely of places: in secular movies and books, in modern art, in heartbreaking human events and in a hundred other places where discerning any trace of God would seem quite unlikely. But he was there for anyone with eyes to see. But