This morning, I’m sharing words from Farm Church, a congregation in Durham, North Carolina as they shared them on social media:
When has someone offered a question in conversation that was so lovely, so inviting, and so spacious that it was, to you in that moment, sacramental? Can you remember a time when someone’s curious, non-anxious questioning presence created for you “a glimpse of the almost unbearable preciousness and mystery of life”? (Frederick Buechner’s words to describe the witnessing of sacrament.)
Do any memories and any questions come to mind?
Smuggling Grace 