The end of October is a bittersweet time; the candy is sweet and the wind can be bitter cold. It also is a time of sweet memories that have a bit of a bite! Growing up as a minister's daughter my sisters and I LOVED All Saints' Day music...especially, "I sing a song of the saints of God." Perfect people who do no wrong are often called "saints." I have learned that those are really called, "people I don't know well." Everyone is imperfect, and that is what makes us the perfect instrument for God's love. The flaw is ours; the perfection is divine. Saints are messengers; in a world without Snapchat(tm) they are a glimpse of the goodness of the kingdom of God. And one was a doctor, and one was a queen, and one was a shepherdess on the green... Okay, since our last name was "Green" we really liked that verse-- it was a nice counterpoint to church decoration which was NEVER called "the hanging of the greens...
Step into the world of Christian Formation. God's got the first step. What's the second step?