By Frederick Buechner
During this deeply relocating ebook of mirrored image and recollection, Frederick Buechner once more attracts us into his deeply textured lifestyles and event to light up our personal knowing of domestic as either our native land and our final vacation spot. For Frederick Buechner, the that means of house is twofold: the house we have in mind and the house we dream. As a observe, it not just recollects where that we grew up in and that had a lot to do with the folks we finally turned, but in addition issues forward to the house that, in religion, we think awaits us at life's finish. Writing on the strategy of his 70th birthday, he describes, either in prose and in a gaggle of poems, the single specific condo that was once most useful to him as a baby, the books he learn there, and the folk he enjoyed there. He speaks additionally of the lifelong seek we're all engaged in to make a brand new domestic for ourselves and for our households, that's even as a seek to discover anything just like the wholeness and luxury of domestic with ourselves. As he turns his cognizance to our desires of the heavenly domestic nonetheless to return, he sees it as either hallowing and gratifying the charity and the peach of our unique domestic. Writing with heat, knowledge, and compelling eloquence, Frederick Buechner once more allows us to work out extra deeply into the key areas of our hearts. The eager for domestic can assist to convey readability and advice to an individual who searches for that means in an international that every one too frequently turns out meaningless.
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The last time I saw her she said Why do you hate me? and I remembered when I was in fourth grade how she’d pick me up after school. It was spring, and the smell of the car was the smell of spring and of her and of going home, and I loved her more than I knew how to say, more than I know how to say to this day or will ever know. 47 THE LONGING FOR HOME Teddy He hears the Jamaican cook groan making supper she smells like lemons she hasn’t been paid for weeks hears Uncle Don on his brother’s Donald Duck Philco his parents downstairs having drinks his mother’s voice angry the empty voice of his father like empty rooms in the house where nothing awful is happening but waiting to happen he watches and waits the slam of a door the car not there in the morning now that his father is dead and his children not far from his father’s age when he died now that he cannot remember his father’s face or even remember how once he remembered and the awful thing fifty years past and nothing but good things happening still even now he strains to weave from the silence at night the sound of a car coming home hears only the beat of his heart like the heart of a child.
My mother was old New England and died of consumption before I was one and so little and dark in my white baby dress they told me I looked like a spider drowned in a saucer of milk and wasn’t expected to live out the year. I have lived out ninety, thus proving not only the Germans survive. 52 The Schroeders Revisited I think of my life as a play I’ve enjoyed. The Tennessee walker I rode as a girl. The visits to France when the children were young. The flush Pittsburgh years in the Woodland Road house with Williams the cook, and the chauffeur named wondrously Gear, and grim Ellen to bring me just at eleven my buttermilk served on a silver tray.
I receive maybe three or four hundred letters a year from strangers who tell me that the books I have 27 THE LONGING FOR HOME spent the better part of my life writing have one way or another saved their lives, in some cases literally. I am deeply embarrassed by such letters. I think, if they only knew that I am a person more often than not just as lost in the woods as they are, just as full of darkness, in just as desperate need. I think, if I only knew how to save my own life. They write to me as if I am a saint, and I wonder how I can make clear to them how wrong they are.