I've just completed Frederich Buechner's latest novel, The Son of Laughter, which retells the story of Jacob. I percieve anew the reality of the Old Testament as a state of pregnancy: the sickness of doubt, kickings of promise, fear, joy, longing. I see Christ as the fulfillment of those groaning years. I inherit the legacy, I belong to that seed; I, too, yearn and groan for a future, sustained by Faith in the promises and the heritage of those who have preceeded me. The Blessing runs off with me. "It is beautiful and it is appalling. It races through the barren hills to an end of its own." I am the daughter of the Son of Laughter, and my name has its own humble niche in the glorious geneology of the Promise.
How wonderful are the ways of God.
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