Soon
our latest political season will be over and the next one will begin. The after effects of the latest natural
catastrophe will still be a nightmare for most those affected. Daily living will continue to be too
expensive, too void of free time, too consumed with the tyranny of the
immediate, and multiple big holidays with multiple commitments loom right
around the corner. How dare one of those
so-called holidays go by the name “Thanksgiving!” It is at times such as these that Charles
Dickens’ character Scrooge, with his “Bah Humbug” becomes a rational alternative.
It
is at times such as these that I am drawn to two stunningly beautiful sentences
that have sustained me for years. Two sentences
from a sermon preached at St. Paul’s on Christmas Day in 1624 by John Donne. “God made Sun and Moon to distinguish
seasons, and day and night, and we cannot have the fruits of the earth but in
their season: But God hath made no decree
to distinguish the seasons of his mercies; In paradise, the fruits were ripe,
the first minute, and in heaven it is alwaies Autumne, his mercies are ever in
their maturity. We ask panem quotidianam, our daily bread, and
God never sayes you should have come yesterday, he never sayes you must come
againe tomorrow, but to day if you will
heare his voice, to day he will heare you.”
