Today is All Saints Day, a day to be grateful for that great cloud of witnesses that went before us who served graciously and abundantly.  Tonight I went to Taize prayer to be still and sing prayerfully. I loved the quiet and the ambiance. The icon was one of hospitality.

During the quiet time, I somehow got to thinking about the Body of Christ, perhaps because of the saints. The image that came to my mind was one of my dad in his home town at a celebration for my aunt. He was distributing the Blood of Christ during mass. As each person came up that he recognized, he greeted them with great joy and hospitality. The priest gave him a look at one point but I was captivated by it. The saints know that holy reverence is not always quiet. My father’s exuberance at seeing those he knew well was a sacred scene that touched me deeply anew tonight.

We remember those saints whose lives we emulate. I am grateful for Therese, Theresa, Ignatius, Marguerite, Francis, and so many others. They paved the way to holiness with their work. May I too seek God in all things and draw others to the Light of the world.

Peace,

Suzanne