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The late, great Father John Courtney Murray, S.J., was a
man of aphorisms, many of them paradoxical. Thus "a gentleman
is never rude, save intentionally." After a year abruptly
punctuated by the unexpected deaths of several friends, some
in war and some from disease, I've been thinking about another
of Father Murray's paradoxes. The precise formula escapes
me but the gist was this: death is the only thing we really
have to look forward to.
It's an appropriate theme for Lenten reflection. Everything
else to which we look forward in life is, in the final analysis,
transitory. The big game, the senior prom, the graduation,
the wedding or ordination or day of final vows: all eagerly
anticipated, all come, all go. The one thing we "really have
to look forward to," the one thing in our lives that isn't
transitory, is death.
That can be terrifying. For the Christian, though, it ought
to be encouraging. Death is the passage, not to oblivion,
but to the fullness of life which is promised to those who
have first "died with Christ," in their baptism and in their
lives. A "death wish" is pathological, according to psychiatry.
The Christian's embrace of his or her death is not a "death
wish," but a final, radical, once-and-for-all conforming of
our lives to Christ, who passes over to the Father through
the valley of death.
Our dying
should live in us now, so that our little deaths-to-self
prepare us for that final offering of self, in which
we most fully align our lives with the life of the Crucified
One.
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Will each of us have, in our dying, the opportunity to make
that once-and-for-all, complete handing-over of our lives
into the merciful hands of the Father? When we pray for a
"good death" that's, in part, what we're praying for. But
aren't we also praying for a dying-to-self every day? To remember,
every day, that one day we shall die isn't morbid. Our dying
should live in us now, so that our little deaths-to-self prepare
us for that final offering of self, in which we most fully
align our lives with the life of the Crucified One.
Living this way --- "looking forward to death" --- is about
as countercultural as it gets these days. For many scientists
and physicians on the cutting edge of the biotech revolution,
death is a disease to be cured, not an integral part of the
human condition. But suppose death could be "cured"? Or, at
the very least, indefinitely postponed? Would worldly immortality
be a blessing? Or would it be a lethal blow to our humanity?
Would adding even 25 or 50 years to the normal life-span
increase our happiness? Would doing the same things for a
much longer time --- would doing even the occasional extraordinary
thing during a lengthier life-span --- add to the sum total
of our satisfactions? Would we strive for goodness and great
accomplishment here-and-now, absent the prod of mortality?
Would there be genuine passion without mortality? Wasn't the
Psalmist teaching a deep truth about the human condition when
he enjoined us to "number our days" so that we might "get
a heart of wisdom" (Psalm 90:12)?
There may in fact be two or three things in our lives that
would not be crippled by infinite longevity. One is the quest
for understanding; we can imagine that going on forever, without
warping us in the process. The other exceptions are friendship
and love. They, too, could grow infinitely; and as they did,
our humanness would be enhanced, not destroyed. Yet that is
precisely what is promised us in the Kingdom: an eternity
of unfolding friendship, deeper understanding, nobler love.
Those
are surely things to look forward to. We can look forward
to them only through looking forward to our death, embracing
it in faith and hope.
G.K. Chesterton, another great aphorist in the paradoxical
mode, said somewhere that, while man had always lost his way,
"modern man has lost his address."
That address is the Kingdom of God. When we forget our address,
we lose our navigational bearings here and now. We enter the
Kingdom of our fulfillment through death --- conformity to
Christ's death in baptism, and our own death to the flesh
as we now know it. When we forget that, death becomes a disease
to be cured. In fact, it's the one thing we really have to
look forward to.
George Weigel is a senior fellow of the Ethics and Public
Policy Center in Washington, D.C.
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