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Inaugural sermon before a rural congregation      
    ...instead of an autobiography...
     

Hebel did not leave behind an autobiography in the usual sense, but he did summarise a handful of messages about his life in a sermon text that he wrote around 1820, a few years before his death. His intended self-introduction outlines his career in typical Hebel style and is inspired by his unfulfilled desire for a position as a pastor in his beloved Wiesental. This inaugural sermon was never delivered - which is why it remained unfinished - and is reproduced here in extracts:
 

   


...Do not be surprised, my friends, if for the first time, as I appear before you, I speak to you of myself....

I was born of poor but pious parents, and spent half of my childhood either in a lonely village or in the noble houses of a famous city. I learnt early on to be poor and to be rich. Although I was never rich; I learnt to have nothing and have everything, to be happy with the happy and sad with the weeping...

I lost my father in the second year of my life and my mother in the thirteenth. But the blessing of her piety has never left me. She taught me to pray; she taught me to believe in God, to trust in God, to think of his omnipresence. The love of many people who wept at her grave and honoured her from afar has become my best inheritance, and I have fared well...

In place of my parents, God has given me benevolent counsellors for my youth and faithful teachers of worldly wisdom and the spiritual profession. They sleep in peace; but I fulfil a duty of gratitude by remembering them. I received the consecration of the spiritual profession.

To live and die as a pastor in a peaceful country place, among honest people, was all that I desired, what I have always desired up to this hour in the most cheerful and in the saddest moments of my life. But, O God, by what a long diversions have you led me to the goal of my wishes! For eleven years, until the thirty-first of my life, I waited in vain for ministry and provision. All my fellow young people were provided for, but not me. I was still standing there, as Isaiah says, ‘like a tree on top of a mountain and a screen on top of a hill’...

But I was unexpectedly appointed to the residency, but not to a pastorate. I rose from level to level, but never to a pastorate. I have taught perhaps two thousand young men languages and sciences. Many of them gladden my countenance when I see them again as pious, happy, respected men and friends...

I have the love and respect of many good people, I have enjoyed the trust and favour of our princes. I have become a member of the supreme church authority. I have recently been honoured with a dignity never before heard of in our patriotic church and have sat in council with princes. Thus I have been led higher and higher by an invisible hand, further and further away from the goal of my humble desires; and when I thought I was furthest away, I was closest. What I hoped to attain soon in the twentieth year of my life, God gave me in the sixtieth...