Without discernment, this could be a difficult picture to interpret. The flash from my camera is arching across a panoramic convex mirror at the Louvre in Paris, Darlene to my left.

One of the final stories in Clairvaux Manifesto took place on cliffs of Eastern Canada overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, and contains this snapshot,

I pointed to the eastern horizon and swept my arm overhead, pointing to the western shores of Canada. “God, take the answer to that prayer straight across this nation!” As I swept my arm overhead, cracking lightning streaked across the sky in line with my finger.

Clash of the Titans might not cut it; Percy Jackson and the Olympians might not reach the 21st Century; Jumper and Push might not cover half of it… But that’s just it, the half of it isn’t IT at all!!! It’s not all curves and secrets and angles, or angels.

He is embodied God, and is quite clearly, directly, simply, straightforwardly and truly enthroned and interceding; and His Name is Jesus Christ.