All Hallows', All Saints & All Souls
As we come towards Hallowe'en, it’s worth remembering that the word Hallowe'en itself simply means 'the eve of all Hallows', and All Hallows is the Christian feast of All Saints, or All Saints Day', a day when we think particularly of those souls in bliss who, even in this life, kindled a light for us, or to speak more exactly, reflected for us and to us, the already-kindled light of Christ!, It is followed immediately on November 2nd by All Souls Day. the day we remember all the souls who have gone before us into the light of Heaven. It is good that we should have a season of the year for remembrance and a time when we feel that the veil between time and eternity is thin, and we can sense that greater and wider communion of saints to which we belong.
No Christian is solitary. Through baptism we become members of one another in Christ, members of a company of saints whose mutual belonging transcends death. All Saints’ Day celebrates men and women in whose lives the Church as a whole has seen the grace of God powerfully at work. It is an opportunity to give thanks for that grace, and for the wonderful ends to which it shapes a human life; it is a time to be encouraged by the example of the saints and to recall that sanctity may grow in the ordinary circumstances, as well as the extraordinary crises, of human living. On this day we may also pause to give thanks for the saints we have encountered in our own lives. Those whose faith revealed to us more of God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
All Saints by Malcolm Guite
Though Satan breaks our dark glass into shards
Each shard still shines with Christ’s reflected light,
It glances from the eyes, kindles the words
Of all his unknown saints. The dark is bright
With quiet lives and steady lights undimmed,
The witness of the ones we shunned and shamed.
Plain in our sight and far beyond our seeing
He weaves them with us in the web of being
They stand beside us even as we grieve,
The lone and left behind whom no one claimed,
Unnumbered multitudes, he lifts above
The shadow of the gibbet and the grave,
To triumph where all saints are known and named;
The gathered glories of His wounded love.