We are never forgotten

After the recent passing of author and pastor Frederick Buechner, I have been revisiting some of his writing, and this piece struck me:


"I think of a person I haven't seen or thought of for years, and ten minutes later I see her crossing the street.  I turn on the radio to hear a voice reading the biblical story of Jael, which is the story that I have spent the morning writing about.  A car passes me on the road, and its license plate consists of my wife's and my initials side by side.  When you tell people stories like that, their usual reaction is to laugh.  One wonders why. 


I believe that people laugh at coincidence as a way of relegating it to the realm of the absurd and of therefore not having to take seriously the possibility that there is a lot more going on in our lives than we either know or care to know.  Who can say what it is that's going on?  But I suspect that part of it, anyway, is that every once and so often we hear a whisper from the wings that goes something like this: You've turned up in the right place at the right time.  You're doing fine.  Don't ever think that you've been forgotten." (from Wishful Thinking)


Ah! Good People!  Don't ever think that you've been forgotten!  Amidst busy days and lonely nights and uncertain, scary times, may we have faith that God remains with us.  We are never forgotten.  This is part of practicing our faith together: our ongoing trust that God is with us, and is in fact, speaking to us through whispers, and even coincidences.  May our faith be increased!