‘A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of year for a journey:
The way steep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.’
T.S. Eliot
Journey of the Magi
Our journey begins again today, this 28th day of November, 2021.
Everybody knows, even those of us who have lived most unadventurously what it is to plod on for miles, it seems, eagerly straining your eyes towards the lights that, somehow, mean home. How difficult it is, when you are doing that to judge distances! In pitch darkness, it might be a couple of miles to your destination, it might be a few hundred yards. So it was, I think with the Hebrew prophets, as they looked forward to the redemption of their people. They could not have told you, within a hundred years, within five hundred years, when it was the deliverance would come.
Msgr. Ronald Knox
Sermon on Advent
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