But then he adds quickly, “You know what I do when I’m low on faith?” I shake my head and lean in. My faith’s gas tank has been known to hover at “E,” so I wanted to know. “I stand right here and I look at them mountains,” he says. “I stare at the blue sky and white clouds. I breathe in this clean air.” He demonstrates all of this. “Then I say to myself, ‘God did this.’ ” He turns to me, with some emotion and a surfeit of peace. “And I know everything will be all right.” The open-handed thrill of knowing what God wants us to know.
