There is a fragrance in the air, a certain passage of a song, an old photograph falling out from the pages of a book, the sound of somebody's voice in the hall that makes your heart leap and fills your eyes with tears. Who can say when or how it will be that something easters up out of the dimness to remind us of a time before we were born and after we will die?
Frederick BuechnerI say, โYou may be right, but donโt knock it until youโre tried it. Donโt say, โI think itโs worthless; therefore Iโm not going to spend any time looking into myself the way one who prays does.'โ Maybe thatโs an even worse mistake than praying might be.
Frederick BuechnerIn his holy flirtation with the world, God occasionally drops a handkerchief. These handkerchiefs are called saints.
Frederick BuechnerThe grace of God means something like: Here is your life. You might never have been, but you are because the party wouldn't have been complete without you.
Frederick Buechner