Every year, our “Fall Triduum” of All Hallow’s, All Saints, and All Souls
becomes more precious to me as each one focuses my attention on how connected we are
to not only those who are alive, but to all those who have gone before us –
relatives, friends, enemies, muses,(i.e. the communion of saints.)
Yesterday we celebrated All Saints Sunday
with one of the most “thin place” services of the year –
the one in which we commemorate all the saints
by posting their names on the walls of the sanctuary.
Whether they are from long ago....
Or more recently...
(Jill Cooper, a friend)
Or a close relative like my father,
Or even the name of a woman
who has the same name of my
own mother who is still alive!
(Ok, I have to admit,
it was pretty weird to see
my mother on the wall)...
What wasn’t weird or strange was the feeling of their presence in the room with us.
What the Celts call a “thin place”
All of us together. In one place.
One very “thin” place.
These 3 days are as intertwined as a Celtic Knot.
With themes of death and resurrection,
we are reminded that there is no beginning or ending to our souls.
We move and have our being in a continuous flow of God’s love,
knowing that we are always in the presence of God.
“Beannacht De le hanama na marbh
(The blessing of God on the souls of the dead.)
Ta siad imithe ar shli na firinne
(They are gone on the way of truth.”)
So until it is our time to join all those saints who have gone before us on the way of truth,
may we continue to enjoy their presence, and
walk in love, seeking and serving Christ in all we meet today.
(last photo is of Fall colors outside the Columbarium at St. Paul’s)