A Vision of Autumnal Beige


This is my favourite time of the year, the part of the school year, if you will, that leads up to Christmas: from just after my birthday through what was my late brother’s birthday (today) and on into the gathering gloom of the Autumn Twilight into Winter Dark, we find so may lamps to light our ways…

  • The Nativity of the Blessed Virgin (8 Sep)
  • The Feast of the Holy Cross (14 Sep)
  • Our Lady of Walsingham (24 Sep)
  • Michaelmas  (29 Sep)
  • The Feast of the Guardian Angels (2 Oct)
  • The Feast of St Francis (4 Oct)
  • Our Lady of Victory (7 Oct)
  • Christ the King Sunday (27 Oct EF)
  • All Saints Day (1 Nov)
  • All Souls Day (2 Nov)
  • Martinmas (11 Nov)
  • Christ the King Sunday (24 Nov OF)
  • Advent Sunday (1 Dec)
  • The Feast of the Immaculate Conception (8 Dec)
  • Our Lady of Guadalupe (12 Dec)
  • The Birth of God in the Flesh, the Nativity of Jesus Christ (25 Dec)
  • The 12 Day Feast ending on Epiphany (6 Jan)

You cannot be Catholic without living in two worlds: the mundane world of shadows that pass and fade, of political rallies of little to no import, of “rights” and wages, of fears and sadness: then this eternal world of light, right, might, and glory where these feasts come from, breaking into ours shattering the kingdom of hell and death with eternal life triumphant. To fail to be in both places at the same time is to fail to be Catholic: which means whole. The world is not whole without the sadness of this day and the joy of eternity. The world is not healed or saved (for they are the same thing) unless we have one foot in each place.

Both of these worlds are present to us here, meeting in the elevated host. St Martin lifts it in the image above, you can see the same moment once or a million times on altars throughout space and time, all combined into one moment.

If I be lifted up I will draw all men to me.

In the end both worlds will be as one, but by the simple destruction of this one, but by it’s healing. All things shall be made new. It’s the most wonderful time of the year. For the darker it gets, the more we shall see the light. And in the end – just when the eclipse is total, the Sun himself shall burst forth from the womb of the virgin and we shall see as we are seen, shall know as we are known. Soldiers are turned to peacemakers, the poor and illiterate shall meet their mother, the wild shall be broken and tamed, the enemy shall be conquered by love.

Come to the feast.
Come to the joy.
Come to the love.
Prepared for you from the foundation of the world.

Author: Huw Raphael

A Dominican Tertiary living in San Francisco, CA. He feeds the homeless and is studying to be a Roman Catholic Deacon. He enjoys cooking, keto, cats, long urban hikes, and SF Beer Week.

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