November 16, 2021

“As Jesus came out of the temple, one of his disciples said to him, “Look, Teacher, what large stones and what large buildings!” Then Jesus asked him, “Do you see these great buildings? Not one stone will be left here upon another; all will be thrown down.” (Mark 13:1-2)

Perhaps Shakespeare had this verse in mind when he noted the destructive power of time, which will “fill wormholes with stately monuments.”  To recognize the fragility of the world and the tenuousness of that which tethers us to it is oddly comforting. Is it not? Like Mikey with Life Cereal – try it, you’ll like it!

The modern definition of a wormhole is a tunnel connecting realities that are separated by space and time. The heartbreakingly beautiful November days here in Central Virginia are wormholes that lead to the reality of the Kingdom of Heaven. Which, BTW, is much realer than the stones of this earth.

To wit, here is the second verse of All My Hope on God is Founded. “Human pride and earthly glory, / sword and crown, betray all trust; / what our care and toil establish,
tower and temple, fall to dust, / but God's power, hour by hour, is my temple and my tower.”

“Hasten, O Father, the coming of your kingdom; and grant that we, your servants, who now live by faith, may with joy behold your Son at his coming in glorious majesty; even Jesus Christ, our only Mediator and Advocate. Amen” (The Collect at the Prayers – BCP p. 395)