Note: It’s Hallowe’en. For the longest time, I’ve eschewed the practice of donning a mask and costumed attire. (Truth to tell, until relatively recently, I’d had a hard-enough time knowing and being myself!) Even less have I felt the urge to party. Still less, to trick-or-treat.
Hallowe’en or All Hallows’ Eve is followed by All Saints’ Day, November 1, and All Souls’ Day, November 2; respectively, celebrating the saints, the followers of Jesus throughout the ages, past, present, and yet to come, and commemorating the faithful departed. As a Christian, this annual triduum always puts me in a reflective frame of mind.
Today, my contemplations call me to consider my end; that day beyond which I will be numbered amongst the All Souls.
“Every now and then…we all think…about that day when we will be victimized with what is life’s final common denominator…death…If any of you are around when I have to meet my day, I…want (you) to say that I was a drum major for justice…peace…righteousness…”
From the sermon, A Drum Major for Peace, the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. (Ebenezer Baptist Church, Atlanta, Georgia, February 4, 1968)
When this world’s last night
draws impenetrably dark o’er mine eyne
to open fore’er, I pray,
in God’s eternal day,
thereon I shall walk no more by faith, but sight.
as Martin, I, too,
about what I would want said of me
(if I dared to choose)
by those I do love and will leave.
I want it to be this truth:
Daily, he sought, in word and deed
(though, for reason of his reigning
sin of self-regard,
natheless ne’er tiring,
aye, e’er trying)
to point to the Light of God in Christ…
The Light that o’ercomes the shadow of all death.
The Light that hath o’ercome the shadow of his death.
The Light of deathless Love.