Today is All Saints’ Day, a day when Christians remember and celebrate those who have departed this life.
For All the Saints has always been one of my favorite hymns, so I naturally decided to teach it to my oldest daughter. We sang it every night at bedtime when she was two, and she sang it with gusto (and no hymn book) that year on All Saints’ Day.
For all the saints who from their labors rest,
Who Thee by faith before the world confessed,
Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest.
Thou wast their rock, their fortress, and their might;
Thou, Lord, their captain in the well-fought fight;
Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true light.
Oh, blest communion, fellowship divine!
We feebly struggle, they in glory shine;
Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine.
The golden evening brightens in the west;
Soon, soon to faithful warriors comes their rest;
Sweet is the calm of paradise the blest.
And then came our time to put those words to the test:
What does Christ mean when He promises to be our fortress?
Is there really a calm paradise waiting?
Now I understand what it means to feebly struggle…
We lost our baby son, Isaiah, almost eleven years ago now, and I still can’t sing that hymn… even though I love it more than ever. It’s just that there are too many saints I know now who have gone before. The difference between here and there is too great. The victory of Christ is too sweet for my feeble voice to contain.
So I listen… and remember.
I anticipate… and love.
I celebrate… and weep anew.
D is for… dying?? For an ABC’s of Homeschooling Post? Well, yes, because learning how to deal with death is a vital lesson… for our children and for everyone. I have many more thoughts on the topic, so consider this a prologue. I promise to tell more of Isaiah’s story and how we’ve learned to handle death in our family. It’s near and dear to my heart!