The night was dark and windy. I’d found a Episcopal worship service (via the event calendar on Facebook, which not nearly enough churches use to announce their activities). It was the perfect night for the “commemoration of all faithful departed" at Epiphany Parish.
During October and November Dean and I particularly remember our mothers, who "departed"(faithfully). My mom died in 2016 while we were in North Dakota. We headed back to Indiana for her memorial service almost exactly two years ago. I've been missing her the past few weeks (more than I did last year, certainly more than immediately after her death), so this commemoration was particularly poignant for me. Dean's mom passed away in November of 2014, just before we began writing about visiting churches.
All Saints' Day on November 1. She wanted me to understand that both holidays honored those who'd gone before. This worship service seemed like something my mom would have appreciated.
Gregory of Nanzianzus. At times, bells were rung, a man swung a censer, people bowed. The pastor chanted, and the congregation sang hymns, concluding with "Let saints on earth in concert sing."
"It's safe to leave now," she whispered. So we went into the dark refreshed.