This memoir reflects on key moments of the author’s early life, from childhood to his entering seminary, that reveal how God speaks to us in a variety of way. “A child takes life as it comes because he has no other way of taking it,” Frederick Buechner writes in this first of his autobiographical books. With this statement. This memoir reflects on key moments of the author’s early life, from childhood to his entering seminary, that reveal how God speaks to us in a variety of ways.

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This was the first book that brought me into the world of Buechner. We have fun and ascred depressed. Nov 22, Matthew Ritter rated it really liked it.

Jan 21, Megan S Sacre rated it it was amazing. It must be a sign! My assumption is that the story of anyone of us is in some measure the story of us all. He entere Frederick Buechner is a highly influential writer and theologian who has won awards for his poetry, short stories, novels and theological writings.

For information on reprinting or excerpting sermon materials from this site, please contact us. For the reader, I suppose, it is like looking through someone else’s photograph album. Jesus refused Satan’s crown, Buttrick said, but “he is crowned in the heart of the people who believe in him. I look forward to reading more by him.

A beautiful, deeply moving book – perhaps because I identified very strongly with the author. With all this in mind, Fredeeick entitled those Harvard lectures The Alphabet of Grace in order to suggest that life itself can be thought of as an alphabet by which God graciously makes known his presence and purpose and power among us. Jun 03, Sharon Archer rated it it was amazing Shelves: Mar 12, Fletcher rated it really liked it. I wrote these words at home on a hot, hazy summer day.

Love– As words so worn out, but as realities so rich.

The Sacred Journey: A Memoir of Early Days by Frederick Buechner

His vulnerability in revealing himself makes me feel less alone in the world. Some unforeseen act of kindness or cruelty touches the heart or makes the blood run cold. Deep within history, as it gets itself written down in history books and newspapers, in the letters we write and in the diaries we keep, is sacred history, is God’s purpose working itself out in the apparent purposelessness of human history and of our separate histories, is the history, in short, of the saving and losing of souls, including our own.


Jul 30, Carol rated it it was amazing. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. Jun 11, Hannah A. Or Albert Schweitzer renounces fame as a theologian and musician for a medical mission in Africa, where he ends up even more famous still as one of the great near-saints of Protestantism; and again we are tempted to see God’s meaning as clarity itself.

After seminary he spent nine years at Phillips Exeter Academy, establishing a religion department and teaching courses in both religion and English. I love the way this man writes and I loved this book. Sarced to the meaning of what he says, there are times that frederck are apt to think we know.

Adolph Hitler dies a suicide in his bunker with the Jojrney Reich going up in flames all around him, and what God is saying about the wages of sin seems clear enough. Possibly empowering for contemplation toward a hhe of emphasis or direction in attentions from his life’s example. You might think, then, that having heard him speak would be a help in “hearing” imagining him speak the words of the text.

Someone we love dies, say.

The Sacred Journey

Tragedy and happiness are examined and treated lovingly as the gift they were. What about the danger of the proclaimed saint’s becoming a kind of religious prima donna as proud of his own humility as a peacock of its tail? Jul 26, Laura Luzzi rated it fredetick was amazing Shelves: Oct 27, Joanna rated it liked it.

The problem with Buechner, in more very jaundiced view, is his love of more classical language that bears the stamp of another era. I’ve known for a while, originally secondhand and then with each of his books that I’ve read for myself, that Buechner is a great and profound author.


The journey is ill-defined, erratic, filled with ups and downs, big and small events, as is that of most of us. While reading Buechner’s memoir, I couldn’t help but think of the life events and odd memories that have shaped my faith; that continue to shape my view of God and the world. Buechner assumes that, “the story of any one of us is in some measure the story of us all.

I couldn’t put the book down, but had to, twice, before finishing the mere pages 3 chapters called “Once Below a Time, Once Upon a Time, and Beyond Time”.

We each have a unique story to tell and Buechner, in telling his, reminds us to consider the stories of others and discover how we can be so different and yet so alike. I am not by a long shot entirely grown up myself, but I am ten years’ worth of days older than I was then, and lots of things have happened to me, and I have had lots of time to listen to them happening.

I found myself extremely encouraged in my own journey of faith because of this book. Buechner relays not only milestone highlights but also mundane lowlights and trifling no-lights that prove to be as significant in shaping him. But I choose to believe that he speaks nonetheless, and the reason that his words are impossible to capture in human language is of course that they are ultimately always incarnate words.

What does the song of a swallow mean? He describes moments in his life in which he has glimpses of the sacred, ways of seeing that altered him utterly. Like the Hebrew alphabet, the alphabet of grace has no vowels, and in that sense his words to us are always veiled, subtle, cryptic, so that it is left to us to delve their meaning, to fill in the vowels, for ourselves by means of all the faith and imagination we can muster.

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