The Masks of God: A Meditation on the Feast for All Saints

The Masks of God: A Meditation on the Feast for All Saints November 1, 2020

 

 

Out near where my mother in law lives there’s a church “All Saint’s Lutheran.” They also sport a directional sign for parking. It reads “This way for All Saints.” And appended under that, “And sinners, too…”

It never fails to make me smile.

And.

Today is the feast of all saints.

It the Western tradition it follows All Hallows eve and precedes the feast for All Souls.

I think of each of these moments, and the various categories they represent.

And I think of that term “masks of God.”

The phrase, “masks of God,” was, best I can tell, coined by the comparative mythologist Joseph Campbell. For Campbell “God is a metaphor for a mystery that absolutely transcends all human categories of thought, even the categories of being and nonbeing.” For me God becomes a hole in the language, into which we place all our treasured hopes and fears. It is the holy ground on which we stand, and the mystery from which we take our being, and to which, in the end, we return.

That phrase “masks of God,” however, reminds us, what it is that joins us together, what in the last moment, is the truth of our being, what is revealed when the mask slips, what we find, when the time comes to take the costume off. To stop being a ghost or a saint or a soul.

What then?

Well, what I’ve found is how it shows that we are connected. Intimate. Intimate.

I find how even our personal dreams inform each other’s dreams. And, in fact, our dreams help to weave each other’s lives.

Intimate. Intimate.

And a revealing of who we really are. Each of us. And each thing. The whole mess.

And.

Of course this week we stand at the edge of momentous decisions for the people in a republic. What our congress will be. What our state houses will look like. Who will be our president. A choice that has never seemed quite so stark.

And of course the many actions that will follow all are in play. So, it’s not a bad time to remember the deep connections.

The ghosts. The saints. The souls…

And the sinners.

All of us.

The masks of God.

Saints…


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