As a farmer with only four cows and a calf, I find that sitting in the tiny barn while they masticate, belch and chew cud is something that enables me to be aware of many things: especially what might be termed the pulse of creation. Some years ago, my full-time dairy farmer neighbour was getting his cows in for milking at about 5:30 a.m. in mid-winter when he noticed that the northern lights had not simply “pulsed” but formed a dome, from the four corners of the earth, as it were. I happened to be awake and outdoors one mile away and saw the same thing. Later, we both somewhat hesitantly mentioned that thoughts about “second coming” flashed through our minds. In retrospect, I think perhaps we experienced the reality of the presence of our God already here.