Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more.
The “end of the world” will be, for the saved, like the “end of the pregnancy” for the newborn. It won’t really be the end of anything (except for the end of World Trade Center bombings, death, grief, anguish, and the thousand natural shocks flesh is heir to). Rather, it will be the beginning of everything. It will be the heaven and earth we have always longed for, of a world in which life is a continual struggle against our own worst inclinations, of a world in which we find it natural and easy to love, of a world in which God is readily known and loved in every beam of light and whiff of air around us. That world is already here in the foretaste that is the Eucharist. Someday it will be here in full. When the Son of Man comes, let us be among those who welcome the Bridegroom. O Lord, Come! Maranatha!