The End of Summer

 My apartment complex is having an end-of-summer social on August 11. I thought: is a cold front arriving on August 11? I wondered if I had missed a major meteorological event. But no: Google tells me (citing the Old Farmer’s Almanac) that the season of fall begins this year on September 22 at about 7:05pm Central Daylight Time. This is the moment of the autumnal equinox, the moment when the sun is directly above the equator (which, being the same moment the world around, means fall begins September 23 in Europe this year). 

How in the world could someone think of August 11 as the end of summer? It’s the middle of summer! I’m enjoying air conditioning as I write this; outside it is nearly 100 degrees (Fahrenheit, the temperature scale designed for human beings: 100 degrees is about as hot as we have to deal with). You think this column is unhinged? Imagine what it would be like if I were writing it outside. We’re at the edge of our hottest weather, friends—the hot season is not coming to an end in August.

What my apartment complex really means, of course, is that we are coming to the end of school vacation. Students are going back to school soon. The Stanton Institute of our diocese here in Dallas is about to have its first sessions. The long holiday is nearly done. So, sure, why not get together? I’m all for “social”—humans, after all, are essentially social beings. Put down your cell phone and come have a taco. But don’t pretend summer is at its end.

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On the other hand: the word “end” has a wonderful built-in ambiguity. I have a novel on my shelf called The End of Men. It means “end” in both its two major senses. On the one hand, it’s a novel about men coming to an end, becoming useless or optional. But at the same time, it’s about what men are for. What is the purpose of men, what is their “end” in that sense?

So—if you will bear with the twists of my brain circuitry—I wonder what is the purpose of summer? How might we know we’ve had a summer that achieved what summer is supposed to achieve, a summer that reached its proper end?

Is it that we had a good vacation, a time of refreshment? Did our physical and mental batteries get recharged? 

Or might the purpose of summer be for us to get caught up on our reading? I subscribe to a journal that does not publish in July and August; they call it their season of aestivation (a lovely word to throw into conversation over a picnic). Aestivation is (Google tells me) a scientific term for “summer dormancy.” Dormancy, of course, has to do with being dormant, which is what you do in your dormitory (or dormitorio). So, with regard to this particular journal, summer is a chance to catch up. But maybe, at the same time, since I tend to spend my whole year trying to catch up on my reading, maybe “the end of summer” is for me to stop trying to catch up, to let my reading go dormant, to let it aestivate.

There are many things that might be part of the “end” of summer in this sense. Putting down your cellphone and joining the taco party might well be part of it.

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While we’re at it, how about the whole idea of having seasons? Isn’t it great that God (through whatever causal mechanism) has given our planet its 23-degree-tilt, so that we have seasons? Seasons give us change-within-a-pattern. It’s different in Dallas than in Poughkeepsie (ask me sometime), but in both places we have hot followed by temperate followed by cold followed by new growth. In their various ways in different places, these four seasons give us a pattern to live by or with or among, while always being a little bit different than they were the last time around. 

What is God’s purpose, do you think, in giving us seasons? What is the “end” of summer in the sense of the question, what should we learn from the fact of seasons? This brings us to the question of the greatest pattern of all, our entrance into the world and our departure from it, and my friends, here I will stop and (it’s the end of this column, both senses) ask you to ponder and pray and take it further.

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Out & AboutI am to preach at St. Matthew’s Cathedral in Dallas on Aug. 23 and St. Augustine’s Oak Cliff (Dallas) on Aug. 30.

Good Books & Good Talk: Sun. Aug. 30 at 5pm at St. Matthew’s Cathedral in Dallas, we will begin Dostoyevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov, discussing Part One (about 150-200 pages). Any translation is fine, but I recommend finding a copy from a reputable publisher. (We will meet roughly monthly for a total of four seminars.)

Looking ahead to the real end of summer: the Dallas Fall Theology Lecture will be Sun. Oct. 4 at 5pm at St. Matthew’s Cathedral. I will speak on “What’s Salvation Have to Do with It? Reflections after the Camino.” The Reverends Tom and Kate Smith (who have also walked the Camino) will respond. Reception to follow.

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The Rev. Canon Victor Lee Austin. Ph.D., is the Theologian-in-Residence for the diocese and is the author of several books including, "Friendship: The Heart of Being Human" and "A Post-Covid Catechesis.: