God is not the powerful. God is not the strong. God is not the wealthy. God is not those in charge. God is not the winners.
God dances with gay people at nightclubs. God crosses borders with immigrants. God receives the blows and bullets of hatred, prejudice and ignorance. God stands beside the oppressed, the rejected, the grieving, the confused, the frightened, the lonely, the poor.
God is among the people, and they tell God's story.
Did the followers of Jesus respond to his actions and his words (healing, teaching. touching the untouchable, embracing the outcast, breaking through boundaries) with wonder (the holy "Wow!") or with bafflement (the confused "What the...?!")?
The gospels suggest (more often than not) that they didn't get it, not until after the resurrection, and, even more so, not until after Pentecost.
But still, how do you not gasp when the lame dance, the blind stare, the lost return home, the grieving laugh, hearts break open?