Death is
certain. But, O God, this
truth Christians
know, this they believe and see: and how can they still
live so forgetful of death as if they are
never to die?
If after this life there were neither
Hell nor
Heaven,
could they think less of it than they do at present? It
is this forgetfulness that makes them lead so
wicked a
life. My brother, if you wish to live well, spend the
remaining days of life with death before your eyes. O
death, thy sentence is welcome. Oh! How correct the
judgments, how well directed the actions, of the man
whose judgments are formed, and whose conduct is
regulated in view of death!
"Consider the end of life,"
says Saint Laurence Justinian, "and
you will love nothing in this world." All that is in the world is the
concupiscence of the
flesh, of the eyes and the
pride of
life. All the goods of this earth are reduced to the
pleasures of sense, to riches and to honors. But all
these are easily despised by the man who considers that
he will be soon reduced to ashes, and buried in the
earth to be the food of worms.
And in reality it was
at the sight of death that the
saints despised all the
goods of this earth. Saint Charles Borromeo kept on his
table a skull, in order that he might continually
contemplate it. Cardinal Baronius had inscribed on his
ring the words, Memento mori - remember death! The
Venerable Juvenal Ancina, Bishop of Saluzzo, had this
motto written on a skull: "What you are, I was; and what
I am, you shall be." A holy hermit being asked when
dying how he could be so
cheerful, said: "I have
always kept death before my eyes; and, therefore, now
that it has arrived, I see nothing new in it."
What folly would it not be for a traveler to think
only of acquiring dignities and possessions in the
countries through which he had to pass, thereby reducing
himself to the necessity of living
miserably in his
native land, where he must remain all his life! And is
not he a fool who seeks after
happiness in this world,
where he will remain only a few days, and exposes
himself to the risk of being unhappy in the next, where
he must live for eternity? We do not fix our
affections
on borrowed goods, because we know that they must soon
be returned to the owner. All the goods of this earth
are lent to us; it is folly to set our
heart on what we
must soon quit. Death shall strip us of them all. The
acquisitions and fortunes of this world all terminate in
a dying gasp, in a
funeral, in a
descent into the grave.
The house which you have built for yourself you must
soon give up to others. The grave will be the dwelling
of your body till the day of judgment; thence
it will go
to Heaven or to
Hell, whither the
soul will have gone
before.
Then, at death, all shall be at an end for me. I
shall find only the little I have done for Thee, O my
God! And what do I wait for! Do I wait till death comes
to find me as miserable and defiled with sin as I am at
present? Were I now called to eternity I should die with
great disquietude on account of my past sins. No, my
Jesus; I will not die so discontented. I thank Thee for
having given me time to weep over my iniquities, and to
love Thee. I wish to begin from this moment. I am sorry
from the bottom of my heart for having offended Thee, O
Sovereign Good! I love Thee above all things - I love
Thee more than my life. My Jesus! I give myself entirely
to Thee. From this moment I embrace and unite Thee to my
heart. I now consign my soul to Thee. Into Thy hands I
commend my spirit. I will not wait to give it to Thee
when that proficiscere -”Depart, O soul” - will announce
my departure from this world. I will not wait till then
to ask Thee to save me. Who knows but this
consideration which I have read may be the last call
which Thou wilt give me, and the last mercy which Thou
wilt show me? Extend Thy hand, O my love, and deliver me
from the mire of my tepidity.
O Mary! through the
love which thou bearest to thy Jesus, obtain for me
these two graces - perseverance and love.
Amen
