Listen to your life

by chuckofish

Well, now Frederick Buechner, author and Presbyterian minister, has died. He was born the same year as my mother, 1926. He lived a long and fruitful life. He meant a lot to me.

I’m sure in real life we would have disagreed about a lot of things, but we were kindred souls. Like me, I think he cried in church a lot. Things moved him. He loved Jesus. And Saint Paul. He was a fool for Christ.

He was a type of gentleman one rarely encounters anymore. I am glad and grateful I was able to shake his hand once and hear him preach in person. I will miss him, but he has gone home.

Into paradise may the angels lead thee, Freddy, and at thy coming may the martyrs receive thee, and bring thee into the holy city Jerusalem.

P.S. The OM is home and doing well. He has to take it easy and stay home from work for a week. “Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds,  for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness.” (James 1:2-3)