"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 come ultimately from farther away than Oz and deeper down than doom, holy because they heal and hallow."
"'For all thy blessings, known and unknown, remembered and forgotten, we give thee thanks,' runs an old prayer, and it is for the all but unknown ones and the more than half-forgotten ones that we do well to look back over the journeys of our lives because it is their presence that makes the life of each of us a sacred journey."
"Part of the gift," you tell us, "is to be able, at least from time to time, to be assured and convinced without seeing, as the Apostle Paul in Hebrews says, because that is of the very style and substance of faith as well as what drives it always to seek a farther and a deeper seeing still."
Notes
from Frederick Buechner's book, The Sacred Journey