Thursday, October 11, 2012

And Then That Was It

The wife of the accused in a local murder trial has taken the stand.  Her husband is accused of killing her boss.  The wife testified that she and the boss, a married man with several small children, had been having an affair for several months, and -- the detail that haunts -- had had sex right before going to the parking lot where he met his death.

So, almost the very last thing this man ever did on this earth was to commit adultery.  

And then that was it.  

His life was over.  Done.  Finished.  No time for regrets. No time for apologies.  No time to turn over a new leaf.  No time to see the error of his ways.  No time to beg forgiveness.  No time to make it up to the family he betrayed.  No time for deathbed repentance.  No time to wish he had more time.  

No time whatsoever.  Only death, and judgment.  What lay beyond that, only God knows.

We know not the day nor the hour.

O time despised during life! you will be ardently desired by worldlings at the hour of death.  They will then wish for another year, another month, another day; but they will not obtain it: they will then be told that time shall be no longer.  How much would they then pay for another week, or another day, to settle the accounts of their conscience?  To obtain a single hour, they would, says St. Laurence Justinian, give all their wealth and worldly possessions.  But this hour shall not be given.

St. Alphonsus Liguori, Preparation for Death


  1. Same with President Kennedy - last thing he did the night prior to a near instant death (shot through the head), was to commit adultery with a young intern engaged to be married, whose virginity he had stolen from her. Chilling.