Blog 1505 – 11.01.2019
All Saints Day
I recently quoted someone in a blog saying that we need to remember when expressing an especially strong opinion that in most if not all cases that the opposite opinion is equally true from a certain perspective. Yesterday, in a blog titled Nobody’s Perfect, I included a wonderful children’s book called Elizabeth, is NOT a Saint. Someone pointed out that the Saints were none of them perfect. This I already knew, having grown up in a narrow Christian fundamentalist sect that referred to its believers as “the Saints” as in, “Oh, when the saints go marching in, oh LORD, I want to be in that number, when the saints go marching in.”
The Saints are also a professional football team and anyone who has played them or cheered for teams who played them will tell you that saints can also play rough. But do I disagree with my blog yesterday? Disagree with myself? Yes, and often. Many people often talk to themselves. Sometimes it is the easiest way to have an intelligent conversation, by debating with ourselves, seeing both sides of the issue at hand.
First thing about a good debate, after picking a subject, any subject, is to define our terms. What exactly is a saint by definition any way?
The dictionary definition follows:
1. any of certain persons of exceptional holiness of life, formally recognized as such by the Christian Church, especially by canonization.
2. a person of great holiness, virtue, or benevolence.
3. a founder, sponsor, or patron, as of a movement or organization.
4. (in certain religious groups) a designation applied by the members to themselves.
A more colloquial meaning is simply “good guy or gal, as in he/she is such a saint. We all have that in us too, even the worst-behaved of us. And isn’t that what love really is – seeing the best in others, a reflection of our own higher self? So in the story despite the title, Elizabeth is a saint and all the rest of us too. I mean, according to Jesus words to the Pharisees and Sadducees, the narrow-minded religious folk of his day, the Harlots and Publicans, considered low-life by the P&S Patrol and definitely not Saints, the H & P(s) would enter heaven before the P & S(s). Mind you, Jesus did not say the Pharisees and the Sadducees would not be among the saints marching in just that the Harlots and Publicans would enter ahead of them. P.S. I love you too.
That number by the way is way more than 144,000. We, elsewhere were instructed to forgive not 7 times but 70 times 70 times, symbolizing the infinite love, forgiveness, and forbearance of the Divine, which we all are also – Holy and Whole, Saints everyone, though we may not act the part at any particular moment.
You friend, fellow traveler & sometimes saint,
P.S. Happy Birthday, Mama and Roy and all you saints born on this day.