THERE ARE TIMES when I suspect the world may come to an end before most of us are ready towhich would have the advantage at least of our not having to leave, one by one, while the party is still going strongbut most of the time I believe that the world will manage somehow to survive us, and that has its advantages too. I suppose Judy and I will keep on living in Vermont because after all these years it's hard to imagine living anywhere else, and as long as the dreams keep being dreamed, I suppose I will go on writing books. They never reach as wide a public as I would like too religious for secular readers, I suspect, and too secular for religious onesbut in the end justice is almost always done in literary matters, I believe, and if they are worth enduring, they will endure. Who can say? Humanly speaking, in fact, who can say for sure about anything? And yet there are some things I would be willing to bet maybe even my life on.

That life is grace, for instancethe givenness of it, the fathomlessness of it, the endless possibilities of its becoming transparent to something extraordinary beyond itself. That as I picked up somewhere in Jung and whittled into the ash stick I use for tramping around through the woods sometimesvocatus atque non vocatus Deus aderit, which I take to mean that In the long run, whether you call on him or don't call on him , God will be present with you. That if we really had our eyes open, we would see that all moments are key moments. That he who does not love remains in death. That Jesus is the Word made flesh who dwells among us full of grace and truth. On good days I might add a few more to the list. On bad days it's possible there might be a few less.

-Originally published in Now and Then

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