Frederick Buechner writes of a day he was out among some apple trees. “Something other than what I expected did happen. Those apple branches knocked against each other, went clack-clack. No more. No less. “The dry clack-clack of the world’s tongue at the approach of the approach of splendor.” And just this is the substance of what I want to talk about: the clack-clack of my life. The occasional, obscure glimmering through of grace. . . .”
-Originally published in The Alphabet of Grace
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