I awoke this morning with the phrase in my head, “there are
Saints among us.” I am learning to not
ignore little hints and hunches like thoughts that pop into my head so I am
choosing to write about Saints in my Blog.
According to the Oxford English Dictionary a Saint is “a good person
Christians believe will go to heaven when they die; a person of great goodness
who after their death is formally declared by the Church to be a saint, and to
whom people offer prayers; (informal)
and a very good or kind person.”
I am familiar with some of the well-known saints but am in
no way, well acquainted! So for me to
talk about Saints we can choose the first or third definition above and talk
about the very good or kind people in our lives that have made a difference.
I am a member of the Episcopal Church and in “An Outline of
Faith commonly called the Catechism” in “The Book of Common Prayer” under the
title of “The Christian Hope,” the question is asked “What is the communion of
saints?” and the answer is given “The communion of saints is the whole family
of God, the living and the dead, those whom we love and those whom we hurt,
bound together in Christ in sacrament, prayer, and praise.” I am not sure of what they mean by “the whole
family of God?” Do they mean all
believing Christians, excluding all other faiths? I would have to exclude that since my
youngest daughter converted to Judaism and I have two beautiful Jewish
granddaughters! It is a beautiful
religion and I have been given the title of a righteous Gentile by two Rabbis
who are among my personal list of Saints because they have made an inordinate
difference in my life.
I like the concept of “the living and the dead,” because,
again, my personal list includes them.
My parents, both of whom are deceased, still make a big difference in my
life. The list is long.
“Those whom we love and those whom we hurt,” is a poignant
phrase because we do hurt the ones we love.
Then the difficult task of forgiveness—forgiving and being
forgiven—starts. It may be as small as a
hurtful remark or it may be made difficult by one or both persons withholding
painful information. And the
relationship can be ripped apart, sometimes taking years for reconciliation to
take place, if ever. There are ways of
hurting others which cannot be repaired.
Pedophilia comes to mind or murder or rape.
I do believe that there are special people in our lives, who
are saints to us, very good and kind persons who make a difference. They can be part of our lives for a lifetime
or only a moment. “It only takes a moment to be loved a whole life long” as
Cornelius sings to Mrs. Molloy in “Hello Dolly!”
Cornelius
And that is all
That love's about
Mrs. Molloy
And we'll recall when time runs out
Both
That it only took a moment
To be loved a whole life long!
In the hymnal there is a song called, “I Sing a Song of The
Saints of God” that pretty much sums it up!
The refrain is “and I want to be one too!” It is one of my favorite hymns.
Text: Lesbia Scott
Music: John H. Hopkins
Tune: GRAND ISLE, Meter: Irr.
1. I
sing a song of the saints of God,
patient
and brave and true,
who
toiled and fought and lived and died
for
the Lord they loved and knew.
And
one was a doctor, and one was a queen,
and
one was a shepherdess on the green;
they
were all of them saints of God, and I mean,
God
helping, to be one too.
2. They
loved their Lord so dear, so dear,
and
his love made them strong;
and
they followed the right for Jesus' sake
the
whole of their good lives long.
And
one was a soldier, and one was a priest,
and
one was slain by a fierce wild beast;
and
there's not any reason, no, not the least,
why
I shouldn't be one too.
3. They
lived not only in ages past;
there
are hundreds of thousands still.
The
world is bright with the joyous saints
who
love to do Jesus' will.
You
can meet them in school, on the street, in the store,
in
church, by the sea, in the house next door;
they
are saints of God, whether rich or poor,
and
I mean to be one too.
This
is the Christian version. I would like
for it to be an interfaith hymn but we haven’t progressed that far yet.
I am
surrounded by saints at Tufts Medical Center.
People whose names I will not be able to remember. But I will remember
their good and kind care of me that has made an enormous difference in my
recovery. And I have received an
avalanche of flowers, cards and calls encouraging me, assuring me of love and
prayers. I am on several Prayer Lists of
people who are praying on my behalf. I
have been overwhelmed by the response.
And now, I want to be one, too! A
saint! Being ill with leukemia has been
a spiritual experience for me and I am very grateful.
Who are the saints in your life? Have you been a saint to someone? Have you made a difference in their
life?
4 comments:
I stumbled upon your blog by lucky chance. I was searching Blogger for "Episcopal Deacon" and you were there, somewhere towards the bottom of the list. Is that because of fewer hits? What a shame, yours is what I was looking for - sort of. There are lots of blogging Episcopalians and lots of blogging priests, but deacons are few and far between.
Don't believe for a minute that age has prevented you from ministry. We are all baptized into ministry and yours shines brightly! Please keep illuminating the manner in which we see our elders. I will continue to read your posts with delight!
~Charlotte
You have a wonderful voice!
Thanks for your very encouraging words. I could be close to the bottom of the list because I began the blog recently. I am not an ordained deacon. I went through the discernment process and was recommended to go forward but canon law was changed and I am the mandatory retirement age! [Read my entry "Too old"] Welcome to my blog! Sarah
I read that post ;)
More's the pity that the canons were changed - as I said, you have a wonderful ministry!
Pru