The God we encounter there is the God in whom we live and move and have our being, the God who rejoices
over His children with signing, the God who spreads Her
wings over Her children like an eagle
over her chicks, the God who loved the world enough to experience all of its pain alongside of us, the God who — as Nadia Bolz - Weber puts it — «would rather
die than be in the sin accounting business anymore,» the God who loves to watch us play.
But he had felt that night, while his wife kept the children
over by the road — he had rushed them from the house when he saw that the barn was on fire — as he watched the enormous flames flying into the nighttime sky, then heard the terrible screaming sounds of the cows as they
died, he had felt many things, but it was just as the roof of his house crashed in, fell into the house itself, right into their bedrooms and the living room below with all the photos of the children and his parents, as he saw this happen he had felt — undeniably — what he could only think was the presence of God, and he understood why angels had always been portrayed as having
wings, because there had been a sensation of that — of a rushing sound, or not even a sound, and then it was as though God, who had no face, but was God, pressed up against him and conveyed to him without words — so briefly, so fleetingly — some message that Tommy understood to be: It's all right, Tommy.
They were painted with a characteristic feathered decoration representing the
wings of the sky - mother, Nut, who according to a pastiche of several brief spells from The Pyramid Texts regularly found on the coffin - lids of the next dynasty, is exhorted to extend herself
over the deceased so that he might not
die but be placed among the Imperishable Stars which were in her.