From The New Yorker via Hemant Mehta. It is actually quite a poignant cartoon, asking us to reflect on where we look for God, and whether things that we presume to be revelations from God might not rather be distractions from God.
For instance, it could equally have depicted God saying, “Those are just words that humans wrote. I’m over here…”
What kinds of things are treated as sacraments that indicate the presence of the divine, and yet, in your experience, have distracted from the divine rather than mediating an experience thereof?