Telling the Truth: the Gospel as Tragedy, Comedy, and Fairy Tale

p. 97

“You pull the shade on the snow falling, white on white, and the child comes to life for a moment. There is a fragrance in the air, a certain passage of a song, an old photograph falling out from the pages of a book, the sound of somebody’s voice in the hall that makes your heart leap and fills your eyes with tears. Who can say when or how it will be that something Easters up out of the dimness to remind us of a time before we were born or after we will die?” Do not try to recount the gospel “with the high magic taken out, the deep mystery reduced to a manageable size.” Tell the truth that is beyond telling.