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So, my aunt gave us a children's book called "Nothing Looks Like God," which basically sends a happy Universalist message that God is everywhere - in hugs, and cookies, and acts of charity, and sunsets and family dinners and so forth. I don't much mind the message, though it gets a bit dogmatic for my tastes in some sections.

I'm not quite sure the authors anticipated Mac's particular form of reasoning, who read through it with me, considered just a second, and then announced, "God is in my tummy." Then he lifted up his shirt. "See?"