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Know Any Saints?

November 1st, 2010 · 4 Comments · Faith and the City

I love All Saints Day!

Hallmark hasn’t got a hold of this holiday.  We don’t exchange gifts.  There is no cultural pressure to celebrate or buy things.

It is simply a day to give thanks for those “saints” who loved us, coached us, mentored us, cared for us, and instructed us in the ways of life and faith–those people who have passed to the far shore.

So, who are your saints?

Tell me about them.

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  • MelanieNo Gravatar

    My mother is a saint for whom I shall always be grateful. I well recall the many early mornings that I would see her sitting in a chair by the window with a cup of tea and her Bible. She would be deep in thought and prayer. My brothers and I were never told to not interrupt her, but there was something about her deep attention to her Bible that let us know this was important to her. Even though my scripture reading is often done on a NYC bus with coffee, instead of tea in the morning, I find myself able to use her example and focus only on the Bible no matter what is going on around me. Thanks, Mom!

  • Sue WilliamsNo Gravatar

    Scott, my dad was a saint. He had all the self-confidence needed to be a southpaw winning baseball pitcher and all the humility to be a helping hand to everyone he knew. He did carpentry jobs for the widows in our neighborhood, he loaned money to the blacks with whom he worked, he believed in young teen-agers who were trying on every kind of suit to see what would fit their personalities, he sang Sunday mornings and evenings in the choir, he greeted everyone with a firm handshake and ability to bring out the best in each one. He was a trusting, joyful man.

  • Laura FissingerNo Gravatar

    My mother’s brother Leo was a Catholic priest. Unlike anyone I’d ever known as a child (and too few I’ve known since), Father Leo understood the profundity of those delicious gifts, laughter and humor, from our Creator to us.

    In childhood I desperately needed a faith-filled adult to teach me about God’s smiling attributes — sure enough, God provided that teacher in “Uncle Father Leo”. I only met him a handful of times in his earthly life, but I fully expect to see him in heaven, and laugh with him some more. Until then, he’s a smiling angel reminding me of God’s most underestimated miracle.

  • Jean Johnston-SmithNo Gravatar

    My father is has provided so much stability in my life, and he has given me someone to emulate. Since retiring he has volunteered to help the impoverished elderly in Savannah…and he has provided financial support for the boys living at the Bethesda School for Boys.