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A Diurnal for November

Published online by Cambridge University Press:  30 August 2024

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Death! What is death but home? ‘At the hour of death call me.’ That is the prayer that we have put on our lips by the Church. One of those old prayers, prayers that endure, solid prayers, no nonsense about it, one of those prayers that carries with it a fortifying power. People are sometimes frightened of talking of death; we shrink from death naturally, rightly, it is the breaking up of all we know, it is the putting away of familiar things, it is venturing into a strange country; about it there must be a certain strangeness and fear and sense of disaster—and yet, why? ‘At the hour of death call me.’ That is all death ever is—just a voice calling.

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Research Article
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Copyright © 1949 Provincial Council of the English Province of the Order of Preachers

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1 Towards the end of Fr Bede Jarrett's life a religious collected together an anthology of his sayings given to her community during retreats. These she arranged one for every day of the year and her selection for November is here presented.—EDITOR.