Augustine of Hippo
Authentic Days These commonplace days are fleeting. They seem to vanish almost as soon as they arrive, and even when they are present, they cannot remain still. They are connected, succeeding one another, but they do not truly embrace one another. What once was will not reappear; what is yet to come will eventually cease; what has not arrived is lost; what has arrived cannot be grasped. Therefore, the tally of my days, as it stands—not that which does not exist, which troubles me so profoundly and perilously; which is both “is and is not,” for we cannot deem as existing that which does not endure, nor can we consider non-existence what comes and goes.
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I seek this simplicity of being, the authentic being, the true existence, the real presence, the being found in that Jerusalem, the beloved city of my Lord, where there will be no death, no imperfection, no fleeting day—but everlasting day, no longer pursuing ‘yesterday’ or escaping from ‘tomorrow.’ Behold, I pray, make known to me the number of my days, which is.
In reflecting on my circumstances, I recognize that focusing on my deficiencies, rather than my possessions, fosters a sense of humility within me. The realization of what I am missing leads me to a deeper humility, contrasting with any pride I might feel from what I do have.
I have overlooked certain matters and reached a particular understanding, which is superior to where I began; yet one aspect still remains to be addressed. We should not linger here in the midst of trials and offenses, where we must endure those who listen to us and criticize us. Reveal to me my end, the endpoint I have yet to approach, not merely the journey that lies ahead.
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The destination he refers to is that which the Apostle focused on during his pilgrimage, acknowledging his weaknesses as he recognized a dissonance within himself compared to his earlier pursuits. He expresses, "It is not that I have already attained, or am already perfect. Brethren, I do not consider myself to have achieved" (Philippians 3:12-13). If the Apostle admits he has not attained, should we then assume we have? If he is imperfect, does that make us perfect?
And what of the count of my days? I ponder the totality of my days—what is that total? I can discuss this quantity even while it eludes a straightforward definition, much like speaking of years while being aware that they cannot truly be numbered. Where years exist, there is always a semblance of measurement. Yet, You remain unchanged, and Your years do not fade away. Reveal to me the count of my days; help me to comprehend its significance. What is it, then? Is it not that very number in which you find yourself? If I reflect deeply, this number seems non-existent; if I dwell upon it, it takes on a form of being; if I transcend it, it loses all substance.
As I cast off the chains of worldly concerns and contemplate the eternal, comparing the fleeting with the temporal, I see that which truly exists, contrasting it with that which merely appears to be. Should I claim these days as my own and hasten to apply this profound term to the present? I have almost ceased to recognize myself in my frailty, forgetting the One who declared, "I AM THAT I AM" (Exodus 3:14).
So is there a number to my days? Indeed, a boundless number exists. Everything is a succession of moments rushing one after another; an eternal stream of existence flows continuously. It is from this current that He drank along the way and now lifts His Head. These days lack true substance; they vanish almost before they manifest; and once they arrive, they cannot persist; they collide with each other, follow in haste, and cannot be confined.
Nothing from the past returns; that which is yet to come is awaited as something destined to perish again: it has not yet been grasped, nor has it arrived; it cannot be held when it finally descends. He inquires about the count of his days, pondering the paradox of existence that is both there and not at the same time. We cannot affirm that there is something that does not endure; nor can we deny its existence when it has come to pass.
It is the absolute Being, the One who truly exists in the fullest sense, that I desire; that which resides in the New Jerusalem, the Bride of my Lord (Revelation 21:9); where death and decay are absent; there exists a day that will never fade away, one that knows no yesterday or tomorrow (Revelation 21:25). This is the meaning of my days; in essence, behold and recognize me.
I seek to understand what is required of me. While I strive within this world, I feel this absence; and as long as I lack it, I cannot claim perfection. Until I acquire this insight, I assert, not that I have already reached maturity, or am already complete; I am pressing on toward the prize of the heavenly calling of God. This motivates me to pursue the award of the race! There exists a final resting place to conclude my journey, a place devoid of pilgrimage, strife, or temptation. Help me to know the number of my days, so that I may grasp what I am missing; for I have not yet arrived. May I not take pride in what I am, but rather be found in Him, apart from my own righteousness (Philippians 3:9).