BCP- God in wine rows and on mountain tops

I heard a speaker a few years back. He was relating a tough time in his life and he began to question if this "god thing" had any merit. It wasn't bleak but it was time of question when one wonders if faith is simply a mental construct- a way to deal with the complexity of living a life that leads to death. The man had been driving in California and at the peak of his distress he was driving through wine country. As he recounted he was looking out the window watching the apparent randomness of the vines out his window. From his perspective the plants seemed random.

He then recounted that as he drove he glanced again at the vines and instead of seeing a jumbled bush he saw instead the depth of a long row of plants. He saw deep into the field a manicured row that showed order, maintenance, and intention. In the next instance that vision disappeared. He recounted having been given an image of God. A moment of clarity when like the disciples receive on the mountain top, the true nature of the creation become blindingly apparent and then as quick as it comes, it disappears from view.