Yes, crazy, holy Grace. Like crazy, wild Wisdom; or radical presence; or holy listening — like a weird-in-a-good-way kind of Sacred Scrabble game that beckons us into a full-sensory exploration, adventure, and living-into of the Words.
My kind of words and my kind of game, bubbling up from that deep yearning for a kind of re-energized experience with what’s become rote and bland otherwise.
Crazy, holy grace.
Those are the words of Frederick Buechner, who also had a holy-homesickness for the original, Life-infused meaning and full-hearted, felt-pulse of power-Words that had become rote and more likely to be stuck onto a bumper-sticker than deeply explored or god-forbid, lived.
In his book, The Sacred Journey, Frederick Buechner wrote, “…through flaws and fissures in the bedrock harshness of things, there wells up from time to time, out of a deeper substratum of reality still, a kind of crazy, holy grace.”
Beverly Lanzetta, in her moxie-full book, Radical Wisdom, similarly writes about “the low places where grace flows in.”
From the “flaws and fissures in the bedrock harshness of things” and those “low places” — the places where we’re laid low, broken open, where our learned-answers are useless — that’s where the grace bubbles up and flows in.
Buechner, also in The Sacred Journey, tells of a time when he’s told, “You have to face reality,” and the reality that was under discussion was really about the normalizing of harshness.
We see this a lot right now … just read, watch, or listen to the ‘news’ — it’s like a worship service devoted to the god of normalized ugliness and harshness.
About this unfortunate yet ‘normal’ advice about accepting ‘reality as harshness’, Buechner writes,
But when it comes to putting broken lives back together … the human best tends to be at odds with the holy best. To … grit your teeth and clench your fists in order to survive the world at its harshest and worst — is, by that very act, to be unable to let something be done for you and in you that is more wonderful still. The trouble with steeling yourself against the harshness of reality is that the same steel that secures your life against being destroyed secures your life also against being opened up and transformed by the holy power that life itself comes from.
To let the grace bubble up and flow in, we have to unsteel ourselves, drop the armor that we’ve created against the harshness, or at least let it be cracked. Wabi Sabi imperfection that’s strong at the broken places.
Because I don’t know about you, but I ultimately found that keeping that armor in place, normalizing harshness, steeling myself against it was spectacularly exhausting.
So I’m living into this holy and radical experiment now: That perhaps it’s okay — better even — to be cracked and broken, unarmored and unsteeled — and thus bathed in the waters and flow of grace.
Thanks for reflecting and Musing with me.
Love & Grace Aplenty,