
Sudden
Death

A Time to Reap
“Take heed
to yourselves, lest perhaps your hearts be overcharged
with surfeiting and drunkenness, and the cares of
this life, and that day come upon you suddenly.
For as a snare shall it come upon all that sit upon
the face of the whole earth.”
(St.
Luke 21.34-36)
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Sudden Death
Last
night,
as I sat immersed in writing, out of nowhere a tremendously
brilliant flash filled the room accompanied instantly by
an ear-shattering clap of thunder. There was no lapse between
the lightning and the thunder. They came together with utter
instantaneity. It appeared that a bomb had exploded against
my house. I was startled, unable to comprehend what had
occurred, except that it was breathtakingly instant, totally
unexpected, completely unanticipated.
I had
once been told by Franciscan Father Benedict Groeschel that
in thunder we hear something of the judgment of God. It
is primordial, instinctual. It is foreboding, fraught with
the imminent approach of danger, impending destruction,
a distant, muttered anger boding the approach of something
inimical to life. Even an atheist, I am convinced, hears
something of his sins, and something of judgment, in that
portentous rumble that causes the earth to tremble under
his feet. It evokes images that all our intellectualizing,
all our pretenses, cannot shake.
Last night, 153 people
from the Greater Boston area died
For
many of them, death came like that clap of thunder.
Immersed in many things, and thoughtless of any storm, before
they knew what had happened, they had died. They did not
get to shut down their computers, turn off their televisions,
or put their book neatly on the table beside them. It struck
instantly, like a storm ... or a thief ... in the night.
No time for that “Act of Contrition” indefinitely postponed
until it could not be uttered.
“I love you.”
“I am sorry.”
“Tell my brother ...”
In the blink of an eye it all falls away. No time. Not even
for words. And no bargaining ... no postponing ...
It will be stunning — for it will have found you utterly
unprepared. A millisecond stands between you and death.
Hardly time for the realization, let alone preparation.
It will have come. Mors stupebit. Death
struck. It came ... and found you busy ...
That Confession you were going to make “someday”; that amending
of your life that you “soon” would undertake; the sins that
you had resolved to renounce “beginning tomorrow”; the pardon
you would seek from someone you had harmed — in a
thundering instant, your pretensions are removed ... and
you are stunned, staggered. You were sure,
certain of the next minute, the next hour,
the next day.
So were many — perhaps most — of the 153 people who died
last night.
Think about it. Like the 153 people who, as of last night,
are no more among us, chances are that you will wager against
God and still think that you can bargain with death. It
will come to another 153 tomorrow, and, like the 153 before
them, it will find that it won the wager.
It
always does.
But you think that you can beat the odds.
You
are a fool. There are no odds. There are certainties. Many.
And some you will wish you had come to terms with long before
that clap of thunder.
One
of them is God.
And
one of them is apart from Him.
There
is a time to sow ... there is also a time to reap ...
Think
about it while you have time.
Or do you ...?
So ...
what are your plans
for tomorrow?
Geoffrey
K. Mondello
Editor
Boston Catholic Journal
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Totally Faithful to the
Sacred Deposit of Faith entrusted
to the Holy See in Rome
“Scio
opera tua ... quia modicum habes virtutem, et
servasti verbum Meum, nec non negasti Nomen
Meum”
“I
know your works ... that you have but little
power, and yet you have kept My word, and have
not denied My Name.”
(Apocalypse 3.8)
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