After this, I had a vision of a great multitude
which no one could count,
from every nation, race, people, and tongue.
They stood before the throne and before the Lamb…
My Catholic roots compel me to celebrate Halloween by attending to the trick-or-treaters at my door and to those who have gone before us. Every Halloween in elementary school, Sister kept us focused on the point of our celebration. She invited us to dress for our class Halloween Party as one of the saints responsible for our annual inordinate intake of sweets. After complying with Sister’s wishes in school and trick-or-treating afterward, we attended Mass in honor of All Saints on November 1.
I look back upon my childhood fervor with a smile. I am grateful for numerous Halloween memories and for the All Saints Day celebration that followed. After all, this was the day that we celebrated everyone who had arrived in heaven, not just those saints whom we knew by name. This was the day on which I celebrated my uncle, two grandfathers and my own dad who had passed away. This was the day on which I acknowledged that these loved ones and so many others were indeed in heaven.
As I dole out candy to this year’s trick-or-treaters, I will give thanks for the gift of eternal life to our generous God who ensures that we all have every chance in the world to enjoy it.
Loving God, thank you for affording each of us the opportunity to join you as a saint one day. In the mean time, take special care of our trick-or-treaters. Keep them safe and give them joy.
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