The story of Christ is what once, somehow and somewhere, we came to Christ through. Maybe it happened little by little—a face coming slowly into focus that we’d been looking at for a long time without really seeing it, a voice gradually making itself heard among many other voices and in such a way that we couldn’t help listening after a while, couldn’t help trying somehow, in some unsatisfactory way, to answer. Or maybe there was more drama to it than that—a sudden catch of the breath at the sound of his name on somebody’s lips at a moment we weren’t expecting it, a sudden welling up of tears out of a place where we didn’t think any tears were. Each of us has a tale to tell if we would only tell it.
—Frederick Buechner, A Room Called Remember
Love this. Have read some of Frederick Buechner but not this one – thanks!
or maybe it happened as you listened to your daughter’s piano recital that she sent your way.