Longing is a liar close kin to Coveting a deprecated religious word meaning there’s something I want want enough so it bothers me bothers me enough to distract me distract me from what’s before me right now: the opportunity to live and act fully undistracted
…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.
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So how am I to say it, gentlemen? When he came, I missed him.
I can’t begin to convey the magic of Frederick Buechner’s sermon “The Birth”. Sermon isn’t really the right word. It’s more like three interviews with people who witnessed the event: the Innkeeper, the Wise Men, and the Shepherds. The quote above is from the Innkeeper’s account, his witness, his confession – that’s what it is in the end – his confession. And it’s my confession, too; maybe it’s yours.
Are we lost in the forest of our concerns, so lost we can’t see the Light of the World around and among us?
He came to his own people and his own people…”missed” him. Do we, like the innkeeper, have no room, no mental or emotional space, for Jesus to be born? Are we missing him? Are we aware we are missing him?
List out some of the ‘million things’ in your life. Note down times in your life when those things caused you to miss something important. Write down what Jesus means to you and what you might do to give him more space in your life.
I highly recommend Buechner’s book and that you read this particular sermon. What I have shared here doesn’t begin to do it justice.
Grace and peace to you…
dw
p.s. This is a refresh of a past post from early 2018
With growth into adulthood, responsibilities claimed me, so many heavy coats. I didn’t choose them, I don’t fault them, but it took time to reject them.
I love Mary Oliver’s poetry and now am coming to love her prose as I read her book of essays Upstream. In these two sentences from the first chapter, she seems to focus on at least part of the antidote for the problem posed by the quote from Thomas Merton last week.
I think what we pay attention to is what seems most important to us at any given moment. What do we find ourselves paying attention to and what does that tell us about the things we value most?
How do we cope with keeping ourselves focused? How do we avoid constant distraction?
Are we as perceptive as Mary Oliver, knowing something is wrong when our attention strays from eternity?
Write down the things that you pay attention to. Which ones are ‘keepers’, things you definitely want to keep front and center? Which are definitely distractions? Are there some that are in between? What are they?