"Everything comes in stories...."

"...But to those who can't see it yet, everything comes in stories, creating readiness, nudging them toward receptive insight." 

.... He continued, "Do you see how this story works?..." (Eugene Peterson, The Message)

You can feel Hauerwas smiling.

A Song Himself

Christ was the king of all kings, Brendan said from MacLennin's knee. He was the wizard of all wizards. He turned water to beer easy as breathing. When he commanded the foaming waves to lay flat, they laid flat. He straightened the bent legs of cripples out and peeled the blue milky scales off the eyes of the blind. When he called out of the darkness the first light as ever was, the morning stars sang together at the sweet ring of it and all the sons of heaven shouted for joy. 

"Ah well, he was a bard then," MacLennin said. It was the part about Christ's voice that struck him hardest. 

"MacLennin, he was so mighty a bard his songs have ravished the hearts of men from that day on," Brendan said. "He was a song himself you might say. King Christ is a song on the lips of the true God." (Frederick Buechner, Brendan)