Saints

The first of November is All Saints Day. My favorite definition of a saint comes from Presbyterian minister and author Frederick Buechner who writes, “In God’s ongoing flirtation with the world, God occasionally drops a handkerchief, those handkerchiefs are called saints.”

We each have picked-up the holy dropped handkerchief.

Knowing we remember our saints perhaps every day, today, we make a special effort to remember.

We remember by looking at photos.

We remember by telling the stories about them.

We remember by doing the activities they enjoyed doing.

We remember by eating some of their favorite foods.

We remember by working to fill the vacuum they left in our lives by doing what they did.

Along with the obvious ways, today, I also watched Jeopardy, had a Mounds bar, and promised to be better bringing the family together around the table. One of my saints would understand.

sj;