Is it just me or have the “holy days” we keep been sneaking up on you too? They’ve come so fast this year I’ve felt I’ve hardly caught my breath in between each one. We kept a modest All Saint’s Day celebration this year, on the Sunday we recognized it in church.
The babies wore white and we feasted on white meat, a roasted pork tenderloin and mashed potatoes.
‘Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life:
he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.”
Our boys get very confused on All Saints Day. As you may know, their Uncle is a very big New Orleans Saints fan… they call All Saints Day “his day.”