...admired while my precious dog slept on my lap.
-A relaxing evening spent reading some Frederick Buechner. He's definitely one of my favorite theologians (as I'm sure you can tell by the quote on this blog). Here are a couple of my favorite snippets (from his compilation, Secrets in the Dark):
We all want to be certain, we all want proof, but the kind of proof we tend to want—scientifically or philosophically demonstrable proof that would silence all doubts once and for all—would not in the long run, I think, answer the fearful depths of our need at all. For what we need to know, of course, is not just that God exists, not just that beyond the steely brightness of stars there is a cosmic intelligence of some kind that keeps the whole show going, but that there is a God right here in the thick of our day-by-day lives who may not be writing messages in the stars but who one way or another is trying to get messages through our blindness as we move around down here knee-deep in the fragrant muck and misery and marvel of the world. It is not objective proof of God's existence that we want but, whether we use religious language for it or not, the experience of God's presence. That is the miracle we are really after. And that is also, I think, the miracle we really get.
All the absurd little meetings, decisions, inner skirmishes that go to make up our days. It all adds up to very little, and yet it all adds up to very much. Our days are full of nonsense, and yet not, because it is precisely into the nonsense of our days that God speaks to us words of great significance--not words that are written in the stars but words that are written into the raw stuff and nonsense of our days, which are not nonsense just because God speaks into the midst of them. And the words that God says, to each of us differently, are, "Be brave. . . be merciful. . . feed my lambs. . . press on toward the goal."
-A free Coke with a gas fill-up. As Buechner would say, it's the little things that add up to much.