|Nancy Bauer, OSB|
Then Buechner sits back and laughs at himself and at all who try to penetrate the mystery of God’s existence. He writes: “All-wise. All-powerful. All-loving. All-knowing. We bore you to death with our chatter. You cannot be expressed but only experienced … In the last analysis, we cannot pontificate but only point out. A Christian is one who points at You and says: `I can’t prove a thing, but there’s something about your eyes and your voice. There’s something about the way you carry your head, your hands, the way you carry your cross — the way you carry me.'”
How I wish I had written those words. It’s exactly what I would have said after experiencing a 93-year-old saint yesterday! She spoke about nothing but Jesus except when she told me she had a glass of wine for me. That glass of wine was what kept her – and me – and even Jesus grounded. I kept listening as she told me Jesus had asked her to dance with him, that he had done “silly, little, lovely things like that often.” She, in turn, wrote journal after journal of prayers in which total surrender – on her part– was what kept popping out at me as I avidly read her responses. As the sacrament of presence began to wipe away anything in me of jealously, disbelief or doubt, I simply wanted to surrender, too!
You're right, dear guru. God is in the way my 93 year-old-friend is being carried!
Renee Domeier, OSB