'People are prepared for everything except for the fact that beyond the darkness of their blindness there is a great light. They are prepared to go on breaking their backs plowing the same old field until the cows come home without seeing, until they stub their toes on it, that there is a treasure buried in that field rich enough to buy Texas. They are preapred for a God who strikes hard bargains but not for a God who gives as much for a hour's work as for a day's. They are preapred for a mustard-seed kingdom of God no bigger than the eye of the newt but not for the great banyan it becomes with birds in its branches singing Mozart. They are prepared for the potluck supper at the First Presbyterian but not for the marriage supper of the lamb...'
Frederick Buechner, Telling the Truth, p.70.
