Maxioms by Frederick Buechner
Something terrible happens, and you might say, "God help us!", or "Jesus Christ!" -- the poor, crippled prayers that are read more
Something terrible happens, and you might say, "God help us!", or "Jesus Christ!" -- the poor, crippled prayers that are hidden in the minor blasphemies of people for whom in every sense God is dead, except that they still have to speak to him, if only through clenched teeth.
In his holy flirtation with the world, God occasionally drops a handkerchief. These handkerchiefs are called saints.
In his holy flirtation with the world, God occasionally drops a handkerchief. These handkerchiefs are called saints.
Compassion is sometimes the fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else's skin. It is read more
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.
Lust is the craving for salt of a man who is dying of thirst
Lust is the craving for salt of a man who is dying of thirst
Religion points to that area of human experience where in one way or another man comes upon mystery as a read more
Religion points to that area of human experience where in one way or another man comes upon mystery as a summons to pilgrimage.
