Each year, as we celebrate All Saints Sunday, the space between us and the eternal community becomes very thin. We remember an often-forgotten truth about the Body of CEach year, as we celebrate All Saints Sunday, the space between us and the eternal community becomes very thin. We remember an often-forgotten truth about the Body of Christ. So often we think about the Church as the people we see and interact with each week. Yet, Scripture reminds us that we are part of an eternal community. Each time we gather for worship, we worship with all those who have gone before us. Each time we serve in the spirit of the risen Christ, we serve alongside all those who have trodden that path before. Each time we come to Christ’s table, we feast with all those who have feasted before us. I admit, these important remembrances only consciously cross my mind a few times a year, most especially on All Saints. I remember my mother and my grandparents. I remember colleagues who now rest from their labors. I remember church members whom I love and miss. It is a day when history collapses into a moment and it is a profound blessing.
This is no mere recollection; some rose colored nostalgia. All those we remember have become part of what the writer of Hebrews refers to as the “Great Cloud of Witnesses”. For this writer, we are strengthened by the continued role they play in our life. Their faith and their witness continue to provide strength, instruction and encouragement as we face the difficulties of life and faith. The love that we share with them doesn’t die with them. The eternal nature of God’s love for each of us brings the of our dear ones to us in concrete ways every day. In these difficult days, we can find peace in the knowledge that we are not alone.