All Hallows’ Eve and I think of the saints who have gone before me. I think of those persons who, with the help of the Spirit, built the Church—in the catholic sense of the word. I think of the people who, without which, I would not be who I am today. I think of my mother, great grandfather, my Huguenot ancestors. I think of the historical line that stretches back to the beginning, to that first person in my family who heard the Jesus-message. On that person’s shoulders do I stand; I am but a part of a long line of history that is not dead but alive in a mysterious way.
Today look back and be grateful for the saints who have gone before you. Look back at the shoulders you stand upon. And then look up: for those very saints surround us still. They surround us in a great communion and grand cloud of witnesses.
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