OMG. . .In So Many Ways

The Muffled Presence of the Holy

The occasional, obscure glimmering through of grace. The muffled presence of the holy. The images, always broken, partial, ambiguous, of Christ. If a vision of Christ, then a vision such as those two stragglers had at Emmaus at suppertime: just the cracking of crust as the loaf came apart in his hands ragged and white before in those most poignant words of all Scripture, "He vanished from their sight"—whoever he was, whoever they were. Whoever we are.   Frederick Buechner

Not sure why this grabbed me.  Read and reread.  A challenge. 

Buechner’s writing can do that.  Makes one think about things. 

OMG. . .Let me read this again. It was those words.

“The muffled presence of the Holy” 

Don’t you just love that? 

“The occasional, obscure glimmering through of Grace”

Perhaps this is where Lent is taking me this year.  From uncertainty to certainty.  But not my old kind of certainty.

OMG. . . NO!  A new kind of certainty. 

One that is letting go of my life needing to stay the same.  Of people needing to be unchanged. Of events needing to turn out according to my expectations. Of always walking the straight path.  That was the old certainty.

Now a certainty in uncertainty.  There will be moments of the muffled presence of the Holy.  Then they will vanish.  Only to come again.  And again. Only to disappear once more.   Perhaps during suppertime.

OMG. . .In So Many Ways.  A new kind of certainty.