Posting has been and will continue to be light because I’m on spiritual renewal leave this week. One of the things I’m doing is rereading Godric: a Novel by Frederick Buechner. (One of my seminary professors made it a practice to reread Godric every year.) There is a lot of deep wisdom in the book, but it is all so moored to and intertwined with the story that’s hard to break a nugget loose to share with you. Below is my best try. The speaker of these words, the protagonist of the book is Godric, a medieval hermit, immersed in God.
But this much I will tell. What’s lost is nothing to what’s found, and all the death that ever was, set next to life, would scarcely fill a cup. 
When I find myself immersed in God the words ring true. But if I am not immersed in God, they appear as balderdash. If they don’t mean anything to you know, I encourage you to try again later.
 Frederick Buechner, Godric: A Novel (San Francisco: HarperSanFrancisco, 1983), 96.