Daniel 7:1-3, 15-18 Psalm 149 Ephesians 1:11-23
A couple rented a cabin in the mountains and their son agreed to join them in a few days. They texted him to bring fuel for the fire, as the evenings were getting chilly. A few days later, they heard that a relative had died. They texted their son with the funeral arrangements. Somehow, the messages got scrambled, and he received the message almost simultaneously – but in reverse order. They read, “Uncle’s funeral at crematorium 11:30 on Saturday”… “Bring logs for the fire.”
Understanding death, is difficult for all of us, saint and sinner alike. Isn’t that what we struggle with, not just today on All Saints’ Sunday, but everyday – the struggle between our humanity and the possibility of sainthood. We are continually reminded that we all can be saints, even if we live a life full of unsaintly things. We are redeemed and forgiven and become a part of the family of God in how we live out our lives.
So many people have trouble with the existence of God, and long for some solid evidence of the divine presence. Rarely do we experience them. Much more common, and available to everyone every day, is the testimony of things we do see, things through which we glimpse God. You can’t look directly at the sun. Its light is mediated to your eyes by drops of water. The presence of God is like th