'Could it be that the Creator would not find room in his own creation? Certainly, thought Joseph, there would be room in the village inn. There was room for the rich; there was room for those who were clothed in soft garments; there was room for everyone who had a tip to give to the innkeeper.
'But when finally the scrolls of history are completed down to the last word of time, the saddest line of all will be: "There was no room in the inn."
'No room in the inn, but there was room in the stable.
'The inn was the gathering place of public opinion, the focal point of the world's moods, the rendezvous of the worldly, the rallying place of the popular and the successful.
'But there's no room in the place where the world gathers. The stable is a place for outcasts, the ignored and the forgotten.
'The world might have expected the Son of God to be born in an inn; a stable would certainly be the last place in the world where one would look for him. The lesson is: divinity is always where you least expect to find it.
'So the Son of God made man is invited to enter into his own world through a back door.'
Venerable Fulton J. Sheen
Painting: Constable, Donkeys in the stable
wow! This one is fantastic! I hadn't heard it until now. (Different version, but not quite like this one.)ReplyDelete
I hadn't heard it either, Patty. I hope this version is accurate :)! Maybe Bishop Sheen told this more than once?Delete
His writings are amazing. I love Fulton Sheen. How needed are his words of wisdom these days.ReplyDelete
Blessings Nancy +
They ARE amazing, Caroline! And yes, so needed today. I'm so thankful they're available.Delete