I have a story to tell.
It has five chapters,
but they are short.
Chapter One
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost… I am helpless. It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter two
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter three
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I fall in… It’s a habit…But my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
Chapter four
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter five
I walk down a different street
Homily for Vigil of Saint Benedict
By Abbot John Klassen, OSB
July 10, 2008
http://www.osb.org/oblate/pdf/095301.pdf
