Their Country and Ours

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What, beloved brethren, will be the glory of the righteous; what that great gladness of the saints, when every face shall shine as the sun; when the Lord shall begin to count over in distinct orders His people, and to receive them into the kingdom of His Father, and to render to each the rewards promised to their merits and to their works—things heavenly for things earthly, things eternal for things temporal, a great reward for a little labor; to introduce the saints to the vision of His Father’s glory; and “to make them sit down in heavenly places,” to the end that God may be all in all; and to bestow on them that love Him that eternity which He has promised to them—that immortality for which He has redeemed them by the quickening of His own blood; lastly, to restore them to Paradise, and to open the kingdom of heaven by the faith and verity of His promise?   

Let us consider that Paradise is our country, as well as theirs; and so we shall begin to reckon the patriarchs as our fathers. Why do we not, then, hasten and run, that we may behold our country and salute our parents? A great multitude of dear ones is there expecting us; a vast and mighty crowd of parents, brothers, and children, secure now of their own safety, anxious yet for our salvation, long that we may come to their right and embrace them, to that joy which will be common to us and to them, to that pleasure expected by our fellow servants as well as ourselves, to that full and perpetual felicity…. If it be a pleasure to go to them, let us eagerly and covetously hasten on our way, that we may soon be with them, and soon be with Christ; that we may have Him as our Guide in this journey, who is the Author of Salvation, the Prince of Life, the Giver of Gladness, and who liveth and reigneth with God the Father Almighty and with the Holy Ghost.

Venerable Bede, Sermon on All-Saints Day

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  1. What a sermon! Makes one want to board the “A” train immediately. Haven’t received the boarding pass yet so I’ll just have to keep on working out in the vineyard. 🚅

    On my parents memorial prayer cards;

    We seem to give them back to Thee oh God, who gavest them to us. Yet as Thou didst not lose them in giving, so do we not lose them in return. Not as the world givith givest Thou, O Lover of souls. What Thou givest, Thou takest not away, for what is thine is ours also if we are Thine. And Life is eternal and love is immortal, and death is only a horizon, and a horizon is nothing, save the limit of our sight. Lift us up, strong Son of God, that we may see further;
    cleanse our eyes that we may see more clearly; draw us closer to Thyself that we may know ourselves to be nearer to our loved ones who are with Thee. And while Thou does prepare a place for us, prepare us also for that happy place, that where Thou art we may be also forevermore.

    Fr. Bede Jartett, O.P.

    I was at the funeral of a Carmelite Nun at our local monastery many years ago. I saved her card. When my father was slipping into his final sleep I brought it out to share with my mom. She loved the inspired sentiments as much as I did. She said yes to it for my Dad’s card. She also had it on hers when she passed away 18 months later.

    I hope you like it too.

  2. Thank you Donald. Praise God. I am allergic to printed paper. Count your blessings. Doctor recommended a kindle. As long as Wilde got to heaven. That is all that matters. Hopefully we will meet him there.

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