T<\/span>o think of the end of the world as an event frightening and distant is to think a boring thought, one that will make a man weary of existence, akin to viewing Christmas with a hostile suspicion, or a birthday with twinges of fear. For the truth \u2013 if we are happy enough to admit it \u2013 is that every man reaches the end of his world within his own lifetime, not a moment too soon and not a moment later \u2013 and I write with all literalness. Death is mighty close to the living. And thus every sky must be an apocalyptic sky, every advice a prophecy, every evil an Antichrist, every moment with friends a battlefield reunion, and every lover\u2019s kiss sweet, for they are parting kisses. The sunset \u2013 to we who live in Our End Times \u2013 must be less of man\u2019s idea of the sun and more of the Son of Man, a fiery warning to repent! and pray! and love! and be joyful! For heaven is near.<\/p>\n Such were my thoughts as I raced a storm home. She and I were headed in the same direction, but I was faster in my red pickup truck, and so broke out of the rain and dark into a breathtaking blue, the exact color of Our Lady\u2019s mantle. The clouds were cathedrals of white, and had that quality so unassociated with clouds, but so very apparent on tumultuous days \u2013 they looked hardened, polished, ready to drop on the earth with a clang. The dark storm clouds were things of the past, reserved for my rear view mirror, a device I\u2019ve never looked at enough anyways. And it was in that moment \u2013 \u00a0leaning over my wheel to applaud heaven\u2019s display \u2013 that I began to understand the old pagans a wee bit more. They\u00a0worshiped\u00a0the sun and the stars and the moon, not because they were things frighteningly distant, but awfully close. They put their gods in the sky, not to put them above and beyond, but to keep them at arm\u2019s length. The earth \u2013 to them as to us \u2013 is not a desolate rock surrounded by the heavens, but a thing pressed by the heavens, caught in between skies like an orange between hands; squeezed by the celestial for a libation of appreciation, a drop of love. Like the pagans, we Catholics have an affinity for being human \u2013 How apparent this nearness is for us, and for all Christians! We, alone among the religions, do not climb into the heavens. We do not attempt to scale the peaks of nothingness to reach nirvana, nor to gradually become worthy of being one with the divine. Rather heaven is pressed upon us, God is near to us, Christ is our brother, our lover, our food.<\/p>\n There is a certain earnestness, a particular rush for those realizing this; that it is the end of the world, that the sky is only an inch from our fingertips when we stretch and that there are no inches between us and the Divine, if we allow Him. It is not the hurry promoted by our pop songs, though there is\u00a0legitimacy their call to \u201clive each moment like your last.\u201d It is the eagerness of those who have been told, \u201cEverything is in place. Everyone is here. Begin.\u201d That\u2019s it. We live this apocalypse called human life, often with notion that we have to create a narrative, that we must go make an adventure that will impress the world. But it\u2019s the end of the world, for every one of us. We are to live the adventure, right here, right now, in the day-to-day call to holiness. Shall we, then?<\/p>\n To think of the end of the world as an event frightening and distant is to think a boring thought, one that will make a man weary of existence, akin to viewing Christmas with a hostile suspicion, or a birthday with twinges of fear. For the truth \u2013 if we are happy enough to admit […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":121,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-100","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/tracker\/3060433030054060305-1770600907968935227?l=badcatholicblog.blogspot.com\")