" the congregation just sat or stood on the sidelines watching the splendor of it but without, as far as my experience went anyway, having any very satisfactory part in it. I felt like a child with his nose pressed to a bakery shop window—impressed by what I saw but a little lonely and unnourished. The sermon, on the other hand, was one that I will long remember. It was preached by a huge monk in cloth of gold, and his point was that there are many people in this world who do not realize how impoverished they are spiritually. “Even a dog knows when it is uncomfortable” was a phrase he used, but we whose spiritual discomfort is apt to be so profound are in many cases entirely unaware of it. "

― Frederick Buechner , Telling Secrets