I came across this Buechner passage today and had to share it, document it somehow, so that I wouldn’t lose it in the world’s unending flood of words. He’s talking about the intentional act of remembering as a spiritual practice, and how the right kind of remembering actually changes how we think about the future:
“… we have this high and holy hope: that what he has done, he will continue to do, that what he has begun in us and our world, he will in unimaginable ways bring to fullness and fruition.”
By the way, this is from the titular essay of Buechner’s A Room Called Remember: Uncollected Pieces. Pick it up.