It was my first trimester of college, and I sang soprano in the chapel choir. That normally meant weekly rehearsals and the regular Sunday morning commitment. But that fall there were at least four memorial services (deaths of retired professors, if I recall correctly) held in our college chapel and the choir sang at every service. Every service included the hymn “For All The Saints”—and every verse.
With the impatience of an 18-year-old, I couldn’t believe we were singing all those verses again. And again. I hadn’t known those who had died, so I was just going through the motions of the liturgy. As I think back, those were the first memorial services I attended as an adult. I really didn’t understand the importance of a memorial service or the function that such a service played in the life of the church or in the life of those who loved the deceased.
With experience comes perspective
Four decades later, I’ve attended so many funerals and memorial services I’ve lost count. Both my parents and one of my brothers have died. Too many friends and classmates are no longer with us. Scores of fellow congregational members have passed on. I’ve sung “For All The Saints” at many of those funerals. These days we often sing that hymn on All Saints Day as well. And now, with my life touched by so many deaths (and a whole lot of lived experience), my eyes fill with tears when I sing:
O blest communion, fellowship divine!
We feebly struggle, they in glory shine;
Yet all are one in thee, for all are thine.
Alleluia, Alleluia!
(Evangelical Lutheran Worship 422)
Tears come because I’ve been privileged to be in communion with a great many saints, lots of them through Women of the ELCA. I have such a fuller understanding of that “fellowship divine” from circle members, board members, women who have touched my life in many ways. Through our organization I have come to better understand how sacred community forms the basis for our lives as Christians.
What I thought were struggles at 18 when I first sang this hymn pale in comparison to the struggles I’ve experienced as an adult. I know the feeble struggle that comes with a parent suffering from dementia or the death of a nephew whose life was cut short far too soon. I’ve also come to understand that struggles are lightened when shared in community. Tears come when I think back to these experiences.
All saints day offers much hope
The hopeful words of the final verses of “For All The Saints” paint a picture of a “far more glorious day” when all the saints—“the countless host”—are gathered, from all around the world, singing praises to our Triune God. Tears of joy come as I anticipate that glorious day!
As you gather this month, in your “fellowship divine,” may you remember the saints who now rest from their labors and acknowledge your own sainthood, secure in the promise of a far more glorious day in our collective futures.
Linda Post Bushkofsky is executive director. Today is All Saints Day, celebrated in most Lutheran congregations this coming Sunday.
This post appears in the November 2018 issue of Gather. To learn more about the magazine, sign up for Gather’s free weekly e-newsletter.
Thank you. The song many times sung does become a tearing hymn when we have someone special who has died. We learn through life’s experiences….
My mother, Olif Staley, was a delegate at the convention when the Women of the ELCA came into being. She was active in women’s groups in the church her whole life. “For All the Saints” was her favorite hymn. Thank you for this beautiful devotion.
Thank you, Linda, for sharing this. I too sing this song with tears in my eyes and joy in my heart. Looking forward to meeting more of the saints.
This brings to mind my Mom, Mona Holm. She was committed to living a llife filled with her definition of JOY. Jesus first Others second Yourself last. When I was in high school (1960-61) she wrote the first Bible Study Guides on the book of John for use in small groups and printed in the Scope (now Gather) Msgazine. She had her first plane ride as she led leaders’ workshops. But she used this as a humbling experience, always concerned that it would be to God’s Glory. It would take a long book to share the many ways she was a humble Saint to many people, especially the hungry, the lonely, the homeless and those who needed someone to show they cared.
Thank you for sharing about your mother. I wish I could have met her.
Thank you for a beautiful reminder of all the Saints that have and continue to touch our lives. “0 blest communion, fellowship divine…”