Frederick Buechner | religion
Religion points to that area of human experience where in one way or another man comes upon mystery as a summons to pilgrimage.
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Religion points to that area of human experience where in one way or another man comes upon mystery as a summons to pilgrimage.
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Compassion is sometimes the fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else’s skin. It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too.
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Compassion is sometimes the fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else’s skin. It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too.
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Pay mind to your own life, your own health, and wholeness. A bleeding heart is of no help to anyone if it bleeds to death.
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Religion points to that area of human experience where in one way or another man comes upon mystery as a summons to pilgrimage.
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Pay mind to your own life, your own health, and wholeness. A bleeding heart is of no help to anyone if it bleeds to death.
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The 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.
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Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.
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Life is grace. Sleep is forgiveness. The night absolves. Darkness wipes the slate clean, not spotless to be sure, but clean enough for another day’s chalking.
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