Publication details: Harper & Row, San Francisco, 1969
The Hungering Dark was the first of Buechner’s books that I read. Some years back, I picked up a rather yellowed copy of it at a secondhand bookshop for a mere pittance. But the find was phenomenal. Much like Jesus’ pearl buyer, I thought I had found the pearl tucked away in a little corner, and happily discarded the rest of the dusty paperbacks in hand for just this one. I was not wrong; it was a sustaining read. Since then, I have bought and read many more of Buechner’s books, but that early delight remains. The Hungering Dark is still my favourite Buechner book.
It is a collection of thirteen essays, clustered easily into two parts evocatively titled, “The Search”, and “The Sought”. Powerful reflections of biblical themes (each essay is introduced by a fitting passage from Scripture), these essays present Buechner’s preoccupation with the dimness and darkness of, paradoxically, an ever-present grace. Grace is a presence, dark and hidden, but so much there, if one has eyes to look beyond the doubt (“The Face in the Sky”, “Come and See”, “The Hungering Dark”). The Hungering Dark provokes questions about the mystery that is God, and stirs our spiritual and inner hunger for the haunting reality of God in the world … even while we doubt. God, after all, is like a gleam of light, a glancing shadow in our troubled minds that never really goes away. And do we want him to?
Buechner’s contemplations are dark, uneasy things, pointing out the face of the divine that shows up in the most unexpected of ways. “The Face in the Sky” powerfully introduces this: the face of Christ hovers over us in the sky as does the statue of Christ flying across Rome to its home in the Vatican in the Italian film, La Dolce Vita. Buechner describes the cinema audience becoming hushed and still as the face of the statue of Christ dominates the screen in a close-up: “Nobody laughed because there was something about that face … that is much of what the Christian faith is. It is, for a moment, just for a little while, seeing the face and being still; that is all.”
In Buechner’s world, faces trouble and excite and hush and humble. God’s face in Christ forever stills humanity and fills the dark sky with the great hope that “just possibly, possibly, [this is] the hope of the world.” For the truth is that gospel light shatters the darkness like glass (“Come and See”) with the coming of the Christ child, and “dazzle[s] the world with its glory and its terror.” The intrusion of God on screen (“The Face in the Sky”), and in history in the Virgin birth, signifies for us that life can never be lived the same way again. God’s wild pursuit of man means his willingness to go to any lengths and any self-humiliation to arrest us in our darkness and confront us with his reality (“Come and See”).
Buechner’s view of God is apocalyptic. When God sticks his face in the sky to look at us, our faces fill with confusion at the sight of his (“Confusion of Face”). He does not apologize for the intrusion but insists on it, and comes face with face with our wickedness, our evil, our futility, our many-faced selves. He does not wince at our lack of integrity, but we do, at his lack of delicacy. We are embarrassed by his insensitive and bold passion, his lack of discretion and decorum; he chooses flying statues and “Jesus saves” signboards clumsily painted on the sides of a cliff or abutment of a bridge to declare his love. He prefers to use a dying man on a cross to impress on us his willingness to sacrifice (“The Sign by the Highway”). He comes to us in preposterous ways, Buechner tells us. Must he hang on the cross and make those claims of Paradise, first to the thief, and then to us? If you believe … Preposterous claim; preposterous love.
Buechner’s mad(-dened) lover-God will not leave us to ourselves. He will not allow us our reasonableness, our realism, our small sanities that say “no man in his right mind would do such a thing because no man in his right mind would ever willingly give his life away” (“The Rider”). But life is not ordered on principles of hoard and save. The truth of human life is simply that it is meant to be radically given away. That is how life is (“The Two Loves”). God recognizes in our “confusion of face” the deep darkness that “hungers still for the great light that has gone out” of the world, and “the crazy dream of holiness coming down out of heaven like a bride adorned for us…” (“The Hungering Dark”). God sees in us this great hope and unquenchably deep wish for holiness—and that brings his bold, self-giving, unembarrassed redemption near. If we were any kind of lover at all, we would give in to this divine madness. Buechner, at least, commends “this madness and this fantastic hope that the future belongs to God no less than the past, that in some way we cannot imagine holiness will return to our world …. Maybe the very madness of our hoping will give him the crazy, golden wings he needs to … come again …” (“The Hungering Dark”).
When God the divine lover calls us in such ways, controversial, messy and loud, we do one of two things. In “A Sprig of Hope,” which I really like, old, slew-footed Noah who got called by a voice to build an ark, has to decide: Yes, it is God’s voice; or, No, it is not. Noah listened to the voice, and discovered it was also the “voice of [his] own gladness” (“The Calling of Voices”), confirming the “Go!” and “Build!” that led, through so much churning chaos and water, finally to the sprig of hope the dove brought back to the ark, post-flood. Were it not for good old Noah, were it not for “Yes” to the insanity of maddened, preposterous love on the cross, where would we be?
Buechner’s eye catches the sight of God in unexpected ways, and makes us see that even in the most incongruous moments, God is meeting with us. God’s manifestations of grace are uncomfortable. He is the God who sticks his face into the sky in the form of clouds and statues; he calls us in the niggling doubt of our own voices and bursting water pipes; he sings to us in the lullabies of death and dark and glory and light … It is he who comes dancing into the night sky with both the harp and the cross. Frightening to the human eye, his angel-herald shouts out a gleeful hurrah: “… for to you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord!” In the eddying darkness, the incongruity, the doubting despair, the uncertainties that limit us, he strains and stoops from heaven to nudge us into hope. Make no mistake, he croons, you are the sought.





































