…to run anything in this world…is like being lost in a forest of a million trees…and each tree is a thing to be done… A million trees. A million things. Until finally we have eyes for nothing else, and whatever we see turns into a thing.
So how am I to say it, gentlemen? When he came, I missed him.
— The Inkeeper
Frederick Buechner, Secrets in the Dark: A Life in Sermons, “The Birth”
I can’t begin to convey the magic of Buechner’s sermon “The Birth”; you just have to read it yourself. But the excerpt above gives you a taste.
- Are we lost in the forest of our concerns, so lost we can’t see the wonder around us?
- He came to his own people and his own people…”missed” him. Do we, like the innkeeper, have no room for Jesus to be born?
- What can we do to not miss him? (Attention is the beginning of devotion.)