“My own heart let me more have pity on.” By Frederick Buechner I certainly am always at war one way or another with myself, and some of them are wars I must fight to try to slay the demons, to kill the dragon, to lay the ghost to rest. But there are other wars youContinue reading “Buechner: “My own heart let me more have pity on.””
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Frederick Buechner: Pay Attention
Frederick Buechner Pay Attention The biblical faith says creation is of enormous importance because God created it. He made it, he sustains it, he speaks in it, he moves in it. He sent the Christ into it, who walked on it, who got sick from it, who ate on it, who wanted a job onContinue reading “Frederick Buechner: Pay Attention”
Monday with Buechner: Where Our Best Dreams Come From
Monday with Frederick Buechner “Where Our Best Dreams Come From” Somebody appears on your front stoop speaking your name, say, and you go down to open the door to see what’s up. Sometimes while it’s still raining, the sun comes out from behind the clouds, and suddenly, arching against the gray sky, there is aContinue reading “Monday with Buechner: Where Our Best Dreams Come From”
Palm Sunday with Frederick Buechener
Palm Sunday with Frederick Buechener WHEN JESUS OF Nazareth rode into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday and his followers cried out, “Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord,” the Pharisees went to Jesus and told him to put an end to their blasphemies, and Jesus said to them, “I tell you,Continue reading “Palm Sunday with Frederick Buechener”
Buechner on Memory
Memory There are two ways of remembering. One way is to make an excursion from the living present back into the dead past. The old sock remembers how things used to be when you and I were young, Maggie. The faraway look in his eyes is partly the beer and partly that he’s really farContinue reading “Buechner on Memory”
Buechner: Where Our Best Dreams Come From
Somebody appears on your front stoop speaking your name, say, and you go down to open the door to see what’s up. Sometimes while it’s still raining, the sun comes out from behind the clouds, and suddenly, arching against the gray sky, there is a rainbow, which people stop doing whatever they’re doing to lookContinue reading “Buechner: Where Our Best Dreams Come From”
A Crazy, Holy Grace
A crazy, holy grace I have called it. Crazy because whoever could have predicted it? Who can ever foresee the crazy how and when and where of a grace that wells up out of the lostness and pain of the world and of our own inner worlds? And holy because these moments of grace comeContinue reading “A Crazy, Holy Grace”
To be lifted up carefully and carried out of confinement
✑ When I woke up this morning, before I’d gotten out of bed, I was looking around to see what was going on in my room. Not much was going on, I’m happy to say. But there was a cricket on the glazed stone floor. He didn’t belong in the room. Crickets don’t belong inContinue reading “To be lifted up carefully and carried out of confinement”
Sunday Morning Meditation: Think On These Things
In Chaplain Mike’s absence, I’m going to share some words from others to give us something to think on as we prepare for our worship services on Sunday mornings. Today we’ll hear from Frederich Buechner. If the world is sane, then Jesus is mad as a hatter and the Last Supper is the Mad TeaContinue reading “Sunday Morning Meditation: Think On These Things”
Let Them Preach Grace
A Moment with Frederick Buechner “Preaching Grace” How much preaching we hear from the lips of men and women who give us no way of knowing that they were themselves once upon a time passionately moved by the gospel, which they proclaim now with so little apparent passion. Let them preach about the moments ofContinue reading “Let Them Preach Grace”
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