In a way, that is what I am saying.
He (the living Word) shines in every blade of grass, in every whisper of the wind, in every child’s heart, in ever breaking wave, in adversity, and suffering, in blessing and times of hardship. He is there, where we are, and where we are not, in the seen and the unseen.
It’s just that sometimes its really hard to see that, and we walk on through the night, unto that perfect day, when we shall know the Lord our God, as He knows us.
For the unbelieving heart, which trembles in unbelief, there are so many clues (bread crumbs - as per Hansel and Gretel) which lead back home (aka. Prodigal Son), whether it is in the form of a dream, or a story book, or a child’s nursery rhyme, or a song, or in any of the things I already referred to, they all end at the one pathway, the one that is clearly marked with the blood prints of our Lord, and lead straight to the cross, the burial, the resurrection, the ascension and the final consummation.