A small boy once approached his slightly older sister with a question
about God. "Susie, can anybody ever really see God?" he asked. Busy
with other things, Susie curtly replied, "No, of course not, silly.
God is so far up in heaven that nobody can see him."

Time passed, but his question still lingered so he approached his
mother: "Mom, can anybody ever really see God?" "No, not really," she
gently said. "God is a spirit and he dwells in our hearts, but we can
never really see him."

Somewhat satisfied but still wondering, the youngster went on his
way. Not long afterwards, his saintly old grandfather took the little
boy on a fishing trip. They were having a great time together--it
had been an ideal day. The sun was beginning to set with unusual
splendor as the day ended. The old man stopped fishing and turned
his full attention to the exquisite beauty unfolding before him.

On seeing the face of his grandfather reflecting such deep peace and
contentment as he gazed into the magnificent ever-changing sunset,
the little boy thought for a moment and finally spoke hesitatingly:
"Grandpa, I-I--wasn't going to ask anybody else, but I wonder if you
can tell me the answer to something I've been wondering about a long
time. Can anybody--can anybody ever really see God?"

The old man did not even turn his head. A long moment slipped by
before he finally answered. "Son," he quietly said. "It's getting so
I can't see anything else."