A young boy sat quietly beside his favorite tree on a warm summer afternoon, lost in thought about where God might dwell. It seemed obvious to him that such a powerful being must occupy some lofty palace or majestic throne room, or perhaps float serenely among clouds as portrayed in religious artwork.

And yet, even with these impressive dwellings in mind, the boy still couldn’t shake off the feeling that somewhere else—somewhere hidden to mere mortals—God must surely keep himself secreted away.

The young boy thought, where is God?

Why can't I find him?
Why don't I see him?

Oh, he must be hiding somewhere! He must have a very good hiding place.

Hmm... I know, the boy thought, he is in the bible. So he looked in the bible and seen his name, but yet he still could not find God there. Even photos of him didn't exist. Only images that mankind had imagine his face to be.

Then, one day one of his friends told him that some people meditated to hear God talking. So, he tried meditating hoping to hear his voice but heard nothing. Yet many pastors, preachers and evangelist claim to hear him speak. The boy was puzzled, Hmm...

Why did God talk to them but not himself?

So, he tried to feel him inside his heart, because his mother had said many times that she felt the...