Is that you, God, in a blade of grass breaking through a crack in the asphalt?  Is that you, God, holding the rest of the asphalt together?  Is that you, God, pushing sun-stained mountains up from the sea?  Is that you, God, in the rain wearing them down to beach sand again?  Is that you, God, in people young and old, whole and broken, lining up for bread and wine at the altar?  Is that you, God, in their wholeness and brokenness?  Is that you, God, in the bread and wine?  Is that you, God… in these questions?