The Innkeeper – Part 2

(This is a continuation of “The Innkeeper – Part 1“. It will probably make more sense if you read Part 1 first!)


“The next morning, when I awoke, I looked around me, and suddenly felt a gigantic loss. Yes, I was now the richest man in our village, but all those years ago, when the opportunity had presented itself, not only did I fail to acknowledge the child whom the Jews claimed as their Messiah, but I had also mistreated his parents. And for what? An extra bit of silver?”

“My money could not cure me of what ailed me now. In fact, my excess wealth if anything added to my misery. For days, and then weeks, I sulked about the house, not knowing what to do, until I decided that if I had missed the opportunity to greet the Messiah once, I would not miss that opportunity again. I resolved to go on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem to seek out and find this man Jesus, and apologize in person for how I had received his family those many years ago.”

“You know, of course, that my efforts were in vain, for Jesus was arrested and killed soon after that first pilgrim appeared at my doorstep. But I did not know this, and so I went on my journey, my own pilgrimage, seeking signs of his presence in every little village I stopped in on my way. Most had never heard of the man, or if they had, had no clue as to his current whereabouts. But some said that he was in hiding, and if I seeked earnestly, maybe he would reveal himself to me.”

“So I continued searching, looking in the faces of older men such as myself for a sign, a glimpse of the divine spark said to reside in that Savior’s heart. I had some promising leads, but never found him. So my search widened, to include all men, then boys, then women, then finally girls. I stopped to talk with anyone who had time for me, carefully looking in their eyes, and studying their faces, to see if maybe they were now the incarnate form of this “Son of God”. And the more I looked, the more I found …”

“Of course I never found this Jesus, but what I did find was this: a star, shining in the eyes of all the people that I spoke with, young and old, rich and poor, wise and stupid, even righteous saints and accursed sinners. And I then realized that it is this star, the divine spark of life that burns within all of us, that is the true wealth of the world.”

“I returned to our village, and resolved to never again turn away a guest because of an inability to pay for the lodgings. I even became known as something of a philanthropist, and my wife blossomed in her role as “Grandma” to all the poor children whom we fed daily at our inn. What you see now is the remnant of my fortune. I have never suffered, or lacked for anything I really need, but I have not lived a life of luxury either. But it is truly a blessed life, for what can better warm an old man’s heart than to see the fire of life burning bright in some child’s eyes?”


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