In One Sense, You Can Never Be Sure of Him Again…

I’ve not read a lot of Frederick Buechner, but I’ve fallen in love with a number of his quotes over the years.

This is one of my favorites…

The child born in the night among beasts. The sweet breath and steaming dung of beasts. And nothing is ever the same again.

Those who believe in God can never in a way be sure of him again. Once they have seen him in a stable, they can never be sure where he will appear or to what lengths he will go or to what ludicrous depths of self-humiliation he will descend in his wild pursuit of humankind.

If holiness and the awful power and majesty of God were present in his least auspicious of all events, this birth of a peasant’s child, then there is no place or time so lowly and earthbound but that holiness can be present there too.

And this means that we are never safe, that there is no place where we can hide from God, no place where we are safe from his power to break in two and recreate the human heart, because it is just where he seems most helpless that he is most strong, and just where we least expect him that he comes most fully.

beuchner In “Secrets in the Dark”

May your Advent – your Christmas Eve – be marked by an awareness that God is ever pursuing you to make you his own, to make you the person you are meant to be.

I hope you’ll join us for our Candlelight Christmas Eve service tonight at 7:00 p.m.