Tomorrow is All Saints Day. It’s a mystery to me how we Christians claim saints and SAINTS. But if I were to question it too tightly, too much from the head, I might lose the comfort of this loving reminder, declaration and beckoning of relief that comes each time I hear, and say, “the communion of saints”.
So, tomorrow in church they will read my sister’s name, my mother’s, my father’s, my father-in-law’s name too; along with all the other loved ones who have gone before. But it is my sister’s promise to welcome me home the next time we meet that will bring me the most tears, and joy. And I’ll fall again into the bittersweet promise of: love is eternal.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the LORD forever. Psalm 23:5-6