"You may even possibly keep one more Christmas. But it will be the last. It must be all but the last day of the world, for before its octave has dawned 'apparebit repentina.'
"He will have come. Not as a babe smiling on His mother's knee, not as the lowly Saviour to the manger, to live, and teach, and heal, and suffer, and die.
"As the Judge, to punish, to reward, to avenge.
"And before Him all the world will be gathered, all the ages, and all the nations.
"But not in one band; in two bands. Divided for ever into two flocks. Not Teuton and Latin, not rich and poor, not noble and slave, not clergy and laity, not learned and ignorant; but wicked and good, just and unjust, merciful and unmerciful, those who love God and men, and those who love only themselves.
"And the division exists now.
"'Apparebit repentina,' His fan in His hand; the winnowing fan. What does the fan do? It only stirs the air; it stirs the wind of God. It does not make the wheat wheat, or the chaff chaff. It only divides them; the wheat into the garner, the chaff away.
"Away whither?
"It does not make wheat wheat, or tares tares.
"The wheat to the barn; the tares whither? In bundles to be burned.