After all the excitement and tom foolery of Halloween, All Saints Day falls gently in its wake. A holy day in the Catholic Church, All Saints Day honors the men and women who, through the centuries, dedicated themselves to Christ and to others to such a degree that miracles accompanied their existences.
As a young girl, I held the saints in awe. My favorite book was titled Sixty Saints for Girls, and it featured women who had given their lives for their faith. My favorite saint was Agnes, and I took Agnes as my confirmation name. Agnes was a young virgin who decided to dedicate her life to Christ and refused to marry. She met a horrific death, as did many of the saints. I often questioned whether I would have been able to withstand such torture to uphold my faith.
But martyrdom is not the only way to become a saint. Many of our greatest saints were intellectuals, missionaries, and indefatigable workers who modeled what it meant to live not for oneself, but for the greater good. Thomas Aquinas, Dorothy Day, and Mother Teresa come to mind as exemplars of the faith. All of them in their own way performed the Christian task of dying to self in order to live for Christ.
The beginning of November is a fitting time to honor the dead. Fall is waning, and the Earth is preparing for an extended winter slumber. In Mexican culture, the period from October 31 to November 2 is celebrated as the Dia de Los Muertos, or the Day of the Dead. In the Catholic Church, All Saints Day is followed by All Souls Day on November 2, a day devoted to praying for our beloved dead that they attain the ultimate prize of eternal life with God.
For the faithful, All Saints Day is a reminder that our lives are about so much more than ourselves. For all of us, the beautiful acts of sacrifice performed by many of the saints inspire us to greater selflessness and love for others. May their acts of courage give us hope for our present circumstances and for the promise of eternal life.