Benedict Auer wrote this little piece:
“In the film Dead Poets Society, a student pretends to get a phone call during morning assembly. When the phone rings, he answers it and tells the headmaster that it is God calling. I have spent the majority of my life waiting for that ring, putting my life on hold, sitting through sleepless nights waiting, as if for Godot, but I only get wrong numbers or solicitors. Each ring I anticipate a divine voice, hoping beyond hope that this time it is God, but then it is a lonely voice or a distraught student, and again I missed God.
Or did I?
I wonder if maybe I have heard from God but just haven’t recognised the voice.”
Or as Meister Eckhart puts it:
“God is always at home. It is we who have gone out for a walk.”