Next time you’re stopped at a stoplight, look around. Notice how distracted people are. Drivers are texting, fiddling with the radio, talking to someone beside them or someone at the other end of their wireless phone. The man in the car beside you is shaving. The woman behind you is putting on makeup. It’s little wonder we live through our morning commute. And maybe we don’t. When we’re distracted, we’re not really living. We’re not really here. Our hands may be on the wheel, our bodies in the driver’s seat, but our minds are miles away, everywhere but here . . . now. If we knew better, we’d lock ourselves up for such insanity!

It’s one thing to be awake. It’s another to be aware, alert, and conscious of the life you’re living now. If you’re going to find God—if God’s going to find you—you’ll have to bring yourself to the only place where such a meeting can take place—here . . . now.