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Tue · Nov 24, 2026 · Ordinary Time

Saint Andrew Dung-Lac and Companions, Martyrs

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First Reading · Revelation 14:14-19

14And I saw: and behold a white cloud and upon the cloud one sitting like to the Son of man, having on his head a crown of gold and in his hand a sharp sickle.15And another angel came out from the temple, crying with a loud voice to him that sat upon the cloud: Thrust in thy sickle and reap, because the hour is come to reap. For the harvest of the earth is ripe.16And he that sat on the cloud thrust his sickle into the earth: and the earth was reaped.17And another angel came out of the temple which is in heaven, he also having a sharp sickle.18And another angel came out from the altar, who had power over fire. And he cried with a loud voice to him that had the sharp sickle, saying: Thrust in thy sharp sickle and gather the clusters of the vineyard of the earth, because the grapes thereof are ripe.19And the angel thrust in his sharp sickle into the earth and gathered the vineyard of the earth and cast it into the great press of the wrath of God:

commentary

Twice in six verses a sickle is thrust into the earth, and the two strokes are not identical. The first is a grain harvest: one like to the Son of man sits on a white cloud, crowned with gold, and reaps when an angel comes out of the temple crying that the harvest of the earth is ripe (v. 15). The second is a vintage — another angel comes out of the temple in heaven with a sharp sickle of his own (v. 17), and a third, from the altar, who had power over fire, calls for the clusters of the vineyard to be gathered (v. 18). The hinge is the word ripe, and Witham refuses the comfortable sense of it. Ripe here does not mean brought to fullness; the harvest is ripe in the sense of dry, and withered — the wicked, ripe for punishment.

Witham identifies the figure on the cloud without hesitation as Christ, and reads the angel's shouted command not as an order given to a superior but as a request that justice be done, the angel desiring him to put in his sickle. The vintage, on his reading, restates the judgment rather than adding a second one to it: the like is again represented by the sickle, now applied to the clusters. The press into which they are cast he glosses as the lake of the wrath of God, and names it plainly — hell. His block runs on past this reading to the blood standing as high as the horses' bridles for a thousand six hundred furlongs, and there he does two things at once. He takes the measurements as a metaphorical way of expressing the exceeding great torments of the wicked; and he shuts down the obvious next move, calling any attempt to derive from those numbers the just dimensions of hell a groundless conjecture, referring the curious to Cornelius a Lapide rather than speculating himself.

Witham's restraint cuts against both of the errors this passage still attracts. One takes the furlongs literally and builds a cosmography out of them — the reckoning he calls groundless. The other treats metaphorical as a synonym for not meant, as though naming the winepress a figure of speech dissolved what it figures; but he calls it a metaphor precisely in order to say the torments exceed the image, not fall short of it. What is left is the harvest itself, which arrives on a schedule nobody in the vision sets for himself. The grapes are not cut down because an angel grew impatient. They are gathered because the grapes thereof are ripe (v. 18) — dried out, past their season, and taken at exactly the hour their own condition appointed.

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First Reading Revelation 14:14-19

Haydock Catholic Bible Commentary · Public Domain
14:14–20

Like to the Son of man. That is, to our Saviour Christ, sitting on a white cloud, with a crown of gold, and in his hand a sharp sickle. And another Angel, desiring of him to do justice, by putting in his sickle, because the harvest of the earth was ripe, dry, and withered; i.e. the wicked, ripe for punishment. The like is again represented by the sickle, which is said to be put to the clusters of the vineyard: and they were cast into the great wine-press, or lake of the wrath of God, into hell, where the blood is said to come out even up to the horses' bridles, for a thousand and six hundred furlongs: a metaphorical way of expressing the exceeding great torments of the wicked in hell. But to pretend from hence to give the just dimensions of hell, is a groundless conjecture; of which see Cornelius a Lapide. (Witham)