No one will come back from the abode of the dead

No one will come back from the abode of the dead This Sunday, the twenty-eighth of September, we extinguish the torches of the day’s end. The autumn sky of October will bring a crossing of the Moon with Jupiter, Saturn, Venus, and the Pleiades. At the end of the month, we will watch for the meteor shower of the Orionids. The lamps are lit, a gentle light glows in our peaceful homes. The Moon is waxing in the southern sky, our doors are locked and closed. The month of September will finish its two remaining days: the twenty-ninth and the thirtieth are aligned. Catholics have just read the prophet Amos: “Thus says the Lord of hosts: Woe to those who are at ease in Zion, and to those who feel secure on the mountain of Samaria. Lying on beds of ivory, sprawled on their couches, they eat lambs from the flock, and calves from the stall; they improvise to the sound of the harp, like David they invent musical instruments; they drink wine by the bowlful, they anoint themselves with the finest oils, but they are not grieved over the ruin...” Jesus then speaks to us of Lazarus, dying, covered with sores, and of the rich man who, in the abode of the dead, implores Abraham, saying: If someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent. Abraham answers him: If they do not listen to Moses and the prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead. Moreover, between us and you a great chasm has been fixed, so that those who might wish to cross from here to you or from there to us, cannot do so.