"There is no chance thing through which God cannot speak--even the walk from the house to the garage that you have walked ten thousand times before, even in the moments when you cannot believe there is a God who speaks at all anywhere. He speaks, I believe, and the words are incarnate in the flesh and blood of our own footsore and sacred journeys." (F. Buechner )
Again Buechner writes: "Like the Hebrew alphabet, the alphabet of grace has no vowels, and in that sense his words to us are always veiled, subtle, cryptic, so that it is left to us to delve their meaning, to fill in the vowels, for ourselves by means of all the faith and imagination we can muster."
I am praying differently these days, not so much to know God's will any longer but, instead, simply to recognize him in the commonplace, ordinary events of this life. Perhaps the greatest gift I may offer him is to no longer take him for granted.
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