Frederick Buechner was born on July 11, 1926 in New York City. He attended Princeton for one year before entering the Army in 1946. After two years of military service, he returned to Princeton and completed his degree in 1948. He wrote two novels, A Long Day's Dying and The Season's Difference. A Long Day's Dying, published in 1950, was a critical and financial success. According to Buechner, "It got my picture in the papers, Life and Time and Newsweek. Clerks in bookshops recognized me from the photograph on the jacket, and I was more in the public eye at twenty-three than I have ever been again since." (The Sacred Journey, p. 99)

Buechner began attending a Prebyterian Church near his apartment where George Buttrick was the pastor. After listening to one of Buttrick's sermons, Buechner converted to Christianity. In the fall of 1954, Buechner entered Union Theological Seminary.

The decision to attend seminary came as a surprise to Buechner's friends and family. According to Buechner, "People who admired me as a writer were by and large either horrified or incredulous. Even George Buttrick, whose extraordinary sermons had played such a crucial part in my turning to Christianity, said it would be a shame to lose a good novelist for a mediocre preacher." (Now and Then, p. 12) Clearly, it was a major turning point in his life. From this point on, faith, holiness and religion would become major themes in Buechner's writing.

After a year of seminary, Buecher took a year off to marry Judith Friedrike Merck and write The Return of Ansel Gibbs, his third novel, which received the Rosenthal Award. He returned to Union and completed his degree in divinity in 1958.

From the time of his graduation in 1958 until 1967, when the Buechners moved to Vermont, Buechner worked as the chairman of the department of religion at the Phillip Exeter Academy in Exeter, New Hampshire. This was a busy period in Buechner's life. He wrote very little, as his time was consumed by preparing class lessons and chapel sermons as well as caring for his new family, which grew to include three daughters, Katherine, Dinah and Sharman. (Many of the chapel sermons from this period have been collected in The Hungering Dark and The Magnificent Defeat.)

In 1967 Buechner moved to Vermont to pursue his writing full time. Buechner would continue his public ministry by speaking at universities, including Harvard and Yale, but his writing would be more prolific than ever before. In 1971, his novel Lion Country, the first of four books centered around a character named Leo Bebb, was nominated for a National Book Award. His novel Godric, published in 1980, was nominated for a Pulitzer Prize.

Frederick Buechner has written three volumes, The Sacred Journey, Now and Then, and Telling Secrets, that provide a rich account of Buechner's life.

"The Jesus who is is the one whom we search for even when we do not know that we are searching and hide from even when we do not know that we are hiding."
                               and WHO IS
                            by Frederick Buechner

The Jesus who was is that fathomless, elusive, unpredictable, haunting, and finally unknowable figure who moves through the homely landscapes of the Synoptics and the twilit dreamscapes of John like a figure in an old newsreel. The film is scratched and faded. Some patches are almost blindingly light-struck and others all but totally dark. The sound track crackles and now and then cuts out. The editing is erratic. Yet for just that reason we treasure all the more each flickering glimpse of him that we are given as he stops at a well for water, or lies asleep in the stern of a boat with a pillow under his head, or tells his strange, off-beat stories to the people who have gathered to gawk at him.

We all have the Gospel moments that mean most to us, and it we happen to be preachers, those are of course the ones we tend to preach about. As for me, I have always particularly treasured that moment when Pilate asks him, "What is the truth?" and he stands there in silence presumably because nothing he might answer could be as eloquent as just the silence, just his standing there. I treasure the moment on the cross when the good thief turns to him and, speaking for all of us, says, "Jesus, remember me," and we know as surely as we know anything that Jesus remembers him and will always remember him. And the moment, after the resurrection, when just at dawn, on the beach, he is waiting by a charcoal fire and calls out to his fishermen friends, "Come and have breakfast." And in that first, fresh light, they come and have it. And have it from his hands. Have it from him.

The danger is that we hold on only to the moments that one way or another heal us and bless us and neglect the others. I think of his cursing the fig tree for not bearing fruit out of season and telling the Canaanite woman who come to him for help that it was not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the dogs. I think of his saying, "I was thirsty and you gave me no drink, I was a stranger and you did not welcome me, naked and you did not clothe me" and of his terrible question, "Are you able to drink of the cup that I am to drink?" and of his terrible warning, " Woe to you when all men speak well of you, for that is how their fathers treated the false prophets." Woe to the preachers and to all of us who stay only in the bright uplands of the Gospels and avoid like death, avoid like life, the dark ravines, the cave under the hill.

It is the Jesus who was who said, "Come unto me, all yea that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give your rest," and it is the Jesus who says it now--he unto whom all hearts are open, all desires known and from whom no secrets are hid--and says it almost unbearably to every last one of us, the young as well as the old, the lucky as well as the unlucky, the victimized as well as the victim, because there is not one of us who is not in some way heavy laden and in need of what it is that he brings. Perhaps it is by what he brings that we know best the Jesus who is. To the blinded he brings vision. To the deafened the sound of a voice unlike all other voices. To the deadened the breath of life. Rest.

The Jesus who is is the one whom we search for even when we do not know that we are searching and hide from even when we do not know that we are hiding. "Come, Lord Jesus" is the way the Bible ends, and as The One who Comes we know him most truly. No one I’m aware of has described it more movingly than Albert Schweitzer:

"He comes to us as One unknown, without a name, as of old, by the lakeside, He came to those who knew Him not. He speaks to us the same word: "Follow thou me!" and sets us to the tasks which He has to fulfill for our time. He commands, and to those who obey Him, whether they be wise or simple, He will reveal Himself in the toil, the conflicts, the sufferings which they shall pass through in His fellowship, and as an ineffable mystery, they shall learn in their own experience Who He is."

- F. B.

THE SACRED JOURNEY by Frederick Buechner
Buechner writes about his childhood and early life, emphasizing the tragedies and turmoil but also the strength he has always been able to draw from his religious faith. (Publisher: Harper Collins)
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