“Year after year, as it passes, brings us the same
warnings again and again, and none perhaps more impressive than those with
which it comes to us at this season. The very frost and cold, rain and gloom,
which now befall us, forebode the last dreary days of the world, and in
religious hearts raise the thought of them. The year is worn out: spring,
summer, autumn, each in turn, have brought their gifts and done their utmost;
but they are over, and the end is come. All is past and gone, all has failed,
all has sated; we are tired of the past; we would not have the seasons longer;
and the austere weather which succeeds, though ungrateful to the body, is in
tone with our feelings, and acceptable. Such is the frame of mind which befits
the end of the year; and such the frame of mind which comes alike on good and
bad at the end of life. The days have come in which they have no pleasure; yet
they would hardly be young again, could they be so by wishing it. Life is well
enough in its way; but it does not satisfy. Thus the soul is cast forward upon
the future, and in proportion as its conscience is clear and its perception
keen and true, does it rejoice solemnly that ‘the night is far spent, the day
is at hand,’ that there are ‘new heavens and a new earth’ to come, though the
former are failing; nay, rather that, because they are failing, it will ‘soon
see the King in His beauty,’ and ‘behold the land which is very far off.’ These
are feelings for holy men in winter and in age, waiting, in some dejection
perhaps, but with comfort on the whole, and calmly though earnestly, for the
Advent of Christ.”—English cleric John Henry Cardinal Newman (1801-1890), “Worship, a Preparation for Christ's Coming,” The
Newman Reader: Parochial and Plain Sermons, Volume 5
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