When have I glimpsed God in a way that brought my understanding to a new level?

I’ve not had an experience similar to the disciples seeing Jesus transfigured. But I glimpse the reality and glory of God when something speaks to that deep place in me—the place where I recognize truth, where I know that I know something wonderful. Sometimes the truth seems to vibrate and sing to me when I read a poem or a line from a novel or essay or the Scriptures. I take in the word or phrase, and it becomes alive in me. That moment becomes part of the long, long string of moments in which the Holy Spirit speaks to my spirit in a way that cannot be denied. Thus, the string of moments develops into an ever-growing memory of faith.

I’m a word person, so it makes sense that I glimpse the Divine through words. But God appears to each person in a way he or she will recognize and relate to.