Still Becoming
All Saints Sunday
1 John 3:1-3, Revelation 7:9-17
November 1, 2026
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Dear friends, now we are God’s children, and it hasn’t yet appeared what we will be. We know that when he appears we will be like him because we’ll see him as he is.
~ 1 John 3:2
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2018 was the last time I saw my grandmother. She had recently moved into assisted living, and we went back to Baltimore to visit. While in town, I stopped by the Catholic church I grew up in to light a candle for her. As she was the most devout Catholic I ever knew, it somehow felt right.
Friday morning mass was about to begin, so I stuck around, more out of curiosity than anything. The group was small but welcoming. All Saints Day brings to mind the priest’s homily from that morning about death. Maybe it stays with me because I knew my grandmother didn’t have much longer, or maybe because he framed such a painful topic in such a beautiful way.
Death, he said, is just another birth. The difference is that this time we are more aware of the process. We begin life in the darkness of the womb, growing and stretching until this space we once depended on for life can no longer hold us. And so we are born into a larger world, the only world we have consciously known.
From that moment, we continue growing and stretching until the day comes when this world can no longer hold us, and we are simply born again into the next. Death, he reminded us, is not the end of life, but a new beginning of a life more abundant than we can imagine.
Our fear is natural because we cannot know what the next world holds. But neither did we know what this world held before we were born. Imagine the fear a newborn would feel if they had the awareness of an adult.
Still, our awareness does not change the fact that death is as natural as birth, part of the ongoing rhythm of life. Just as we were held in our mother’s arms as we entered this world, we trust that we will be held in our heavenly Mother’s arms as we enter into the next.
For some, the image of God as mother may sound strange. Yet Jesus longs to shelter us as a mother hen gathers her chicks under her wings (Matthew 23:37). And through the prophet Isaiah, the Lord says, “As a mother comforts her child, so I will comfort you” (Isaiah 66:13). Isaiah 66 is filled with maternal images of being nursed and even bounced upon the knee like a child.
And so the saints we remember today have indeed been born again. Like older siblings, they await our arrival with joyful anticipation, that we too may fully know the extravagant love of the home Christ has prepared for us.
Weekly Practice: Naming the Saints
Each evening this week, light a candle and name one person who has inspired your faith. Give thanks for them by name. If they are still living, you may consider writing them a note. Reflect on the question: What of their faith is still growing in me?
