My wife was thirty weeks along. She had just had her first baby shower the day before we went into the hospital. As she was coming home from the shower, I had to tell her that our water heater broke down. If only that was the worst thing that could have happened that weekend.
Life throws us under the bus sometimes.
Death is usually such a distant thought, that many of us feel invincible. But all it takes is one brush to remind us that life here on earth is finite, that we are not in control, that we are fragile beings.
I know. Heavy stuff for having come off the heels of a Halloween joke post. Good point.
Today is All Saints Day. I’m not Catholic, so I had to do a bit of research on this holy day.
According to ChurchYear.net, “it is when the Catholic Church and some Protestant churches commemorate every saint, known and unknown.”
Now, a saint is a bit like a spiritual superhero who goes to God on behalf of the believer. And there is a saint for just about anything you can think of. Patron saint of the internet? St. Isidore of Seville. Stomach trouble? That’s Saint Brice. Diseased cattle? Try St. Erhard of Regensburg.
But the beauty of All Saints Day is that it covers all the saints, known and unknown. So if you don’t even know how to begin praying for something, there’s an unknown saint who has your back. And the point isn’t the saint anyway, but the fact that God provides even when we don’t know how to pray or where even to begin. I think that’s neat.
I also came across how this day is celebrated by different countries. In Mexico, All Saints Day coincides with the first day of the Day of the Dead celebration. The first day of the celebration is “Día de los Inocentes“, Day of the Innocents, and it honors deceased children and infants.
That’s pretty cool too. Not just because my wife and I lost our baby on this day, but because when it happened, we had unknown saints, angels, and God Himself working on our behalf. We would never choose the bad things that happen to us in life, but we can choose how to respond to them. The choice to go forward is just a bit easier knowing that we aren’t alone.
For anyone else who had lost a child, may this All Saints Day remind you that you are loved by people known and unknown, and your pain is shared. It will never go away, but I hope you find the comfort you need in the God who lost his own child for our sake.