“Our Life is Over Like a Sigh”

That astonishing vestment (to me, beautiful-in-message-and-execution) is making the rounds, on Facebook. It’s a vestment specific to the day, as we celebrate All Soul’s Day — a day when, as Dawn Eden reminds us — we remember that our loved ones are still with us, and that we are still connected to them via prayer.

It’s good to remember that our time on earth is short — that, as Saint Elizabeth Ann Seton said, “we are made for eternity” and not just for our brief sojourn, here.

Our span is seventy years,
or eighty for those who are strong.

And most of these are emptiness and pain.
They pass swiftly and we are gone.
Who understands the power of your anger
and fears the strength of your fury?

Make us know the shortness of our life
that we may gain wisdom of heart.
– from Psalm 90, my current favorite

Remembering our dead, and understanding that they are still with us and that we will inevitably join them is all very beautiful and mysterious, and sometimes even a bit fun. Because our time is short, how we live while we are here, our willingness to do small things with great love reverberates in eternity.

Via Marc Barnes: Why Heaven Makes Sense.

Msgr. Charles Pope: Purgatory is rooted in promise…

If you missed Deacon Greg’s sermon from yesterday it’s worth your time!, and so is this bit by Fr. Robert Barron.

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  • http://NA Lorraine

    As I do every year on All Saints day, I enjoyed singing the Litany of the Saints during Mass. It lifts my heart to praise my God in thankfulness for the blessing of worship and to know that the saints pray for us. And today being All Souls Day, I remembered my mom who recently passed away. I also remembered my dad and two brothers who predeceased her many years ago. What is the wisdom I learned from loosing the people I love? I learned that I didn’t love them perfectly. Reflecting on my most recent loss, I made Peace with my God, myself, and my mom as I acknolwedged the hurt I caused my mom as she lay dying. Her deep suffering pierced my heart. I then spoke the words “I forgive you” to her, releasing her to embrace God ……. I kissed her on her forehead and gave her permission to go. She died that day, August 15, 2012. She always had a devotion to the Blessed Virgin and prayed the rosary everyday. It was only befitting that she died on that day. I am not perfect. None of us are. Forgiveness is forever showing us the face of God’s love in our human frailties. I miss her. She taught me many things. But I am most grateful for the faith she formed in me as a little girl. She loved me as best she could.

  • http://www.viralcatholic.com Brian Killian

    Our life is over like a sigh – my favorite verse in all the psalms.

  • arthur1526

    What to say to an unhappy sick person?
    From Risalei Nur collection by Said Nursi.

    Do not be anxious, have patience! Your illness is not a malady for you; it is a sort of cure. For life departs like capital; if it yields no fruits, it is wasted; and if it passes in ease and heedlessness, it passes swiftly. Illness makes that capital of yours yield huge profits. Moreover, it does not allow your life to pass quickly, it restrains it and lengthens it, so that it will depart after yielding its fruits. An indication that your life is lengthened through illness is the following much repeated proverb: “The times of calamit y are long, the times of happiness, most brief.”