Jesus is everywhere.
But let me give you a grace that will help you see him:
He said to them, “Therefore every teacher of the law who has been instructed about the kingdom of heaven is like the owner of a house who brings out of his storeroom new treasures as well as old.” (Matthew 13:52)
This is such a beautiful, gracious, and stabilizing verse. It is immensely kind; it is also immensely cunning. So very like Jesus.
Think of it—Jesus was shaking some of his listeners’ most cherished assumptions, while inviting them into very new ways of understanding God. The veil was coming down—forever. It was a moment ripe for diminishment. Or defensiveness. He moved quickly to dismantle the overreactions. On one hand, some of those present are leaping to, All these years I have been wrong?! (It will help to add a Jewish accent.) So much time in Hebrew school and for what? I am such a schmutz. They throw ashes on their heads, toss their tallith in the ash can. Diminishment. Certain personalities tend this direction. I know I can.
For years, whenever I’d hear one of those dramatic stories reported by missionaries—the ones where Jesus appears in the midst of a kidnapping or attempted execution, blinds the group of machete-wielding rebels and the would-be martyr walks out unharmed, then leads the village to Christ and becomes best friends with the witchdoctor—I would think to myself, Geez. I’m such a loser when it comes to Jesus. I don’t have anything like that to share. That’s the real stuff. I’m playing with blocks on the kindergarten floor. Something I haven’t experienced eclipses all that I have known of God. Jesus is trying to prevent that plunge into diminishment by saying that our “old” treasures are treasures.