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"We have seen more than we let on, even to ourselves.
Through some moment of beauty or pain, some sudden turning of our lives, through some horror of the twelve o'clock news, some dream, some breakfast on the first and last of all our days,
Through some moment of beauty or pain, some sudden turning of our lives, through some horror of the twelve o'clock news, some dream, some breakfast on the first and last of all our days,
we catch glimmers at least of what the saints are blinded by.
Only then, unlike the saints, more pigs always than heroes, we tend to go on as though nothing has happened.
To go on as though something has happened even though we are not sure what is was or just where we are supposed to go with it, is to enter that dimension of life that religion is a word for."
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{via my recently finished copy of Buechner's "Alphabet of Grace"}
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