I am sitting on a bench, on the side of a hill, overlooking a vast lake.
Watching the sunlight sparkle on the water, pushed along by a gentle breeze.
Alternating with a smooth, calm surface, no movement, when the breeze dies away.
Suddenly I have an impression of a harvest being brought in.
An invisible force motivating a host of sparkles of light, moving them in unison from one side of the lake to the other.
Like watching an unseen divine power opening sparks of light in the hearts of numberless people, moving them all onward.
And once they have all passed, moving towards their common goal, all is calm and smooth again.
I waited and waited for a repeat performance, for another display of sparkling lights – but in vain.
The time and the circumstances were obviously no longer right.
Perhaps that is also how it happens with God.
Only when time and circumstances are appropriate, when hearts are truly open, can a new harvest be gathered.
For the rest life goes on as usual.