I was made to be wide-eyed all the days of my life.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010


The temptation is always to reduce it to size.A bowl of cherries. A rat race. Amino Acids. Even to call it a mystery smacks of reductionism. It is the mystery.

As far as anybody seems to know, the vast majority of things in the universe do not have what ever life is. 
Stick, stones, stars, space-they simply are. A few things are and are somehow aware of it. They have broken through into the Something or Something has broken through into them.
After lecturing learnedly on miracles. a great theologian was asked to give a specific example of one. "There is only one miracle," he answered. "It is life."

Have you wept at anything during this past year?
Has your heart beat faster at the sight of young beauty?
Have you thought seriously about the fact that someday you are going to die? More often than not do you really listen when people are speaking to you instead of just waiting for your turn to speak?
Is there anybody you know in whose place, if you had to suffer great pain, you would volunteer yourself?

If your answers to most  or all of these questions is No, the chances are you're dead.

-Frederick Buechner

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