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Whatsoever is Holy on All Saints Day

We think of our imaginations as conjuring up things that don’t exist, but sometimes, our imaginations can help us see things that really do exist.

If I close my eyes and quiet my soul, I can immediately see the Mount of Beatitudes. It is real.

I have been there.

img_1277I can see it in my mind as though I have made that flight to Tel Aviv and driven north to Galilee.

Just because I can imagine standing there even though I am not at this moment standing there, well, that doesn’t mean it isn’t real. It is. img_1196



And it is beautiful.






It is the backdrop for today’s Gospel Reading. On this Holy Day, All Saints Day, we remember the holy ones who fought the good fight and inherited the crown of glory. The First Reading is from the Book of Revelation and it tells us that¬†a great multitude, which no one could count, from every nation, race, people, and tongue¬†… stood before the throne and before the Lamb, wearing white robes and holding palm branches in their hands.

Close your eyes, quiet your mind. You can see it. You may not be there, but you can see it. The passage affirms that the angels are there, too. And they are praising God. And they are praying, interceding before the Lamb, whose Blood has washed their garments and made them white.




Yes, it requires imagination. How long has it been since you let your imagination go to something beautiful, glorious — real!



These pictures are all photos I took in Galilee. The Beatitudes are from the Church of the Primacy of Peter along the Sea of Galilee. The photos of the Mount of Beatitudes where Jesus preached this sermon were taken from another side of that same Sea.


It is real.

The Mount.

The Words.

The holy ones.

All Saints.


The Blood of the Lamb that makes our souls white as snow.


The crowd gathered that day and sat on the hillside. Jesus stood directly below them, and the wind came up from the Sea and carried His words – a natural acoustic.

I have stood on a balcony eleven floors up from the Sea of Galilee in Tiberias and heard conversations between fisherman on the sea below.

The Wind carries the words.

The Wind of the Holy Spirit carries the Word.

Behold, they stand before the Throne, and they intercede. There is such a thing as a holy imagination.

Close your eyes. Quiet your mind.

Let your soul see,

and your heart lead you along the steps of the holy ones who came before you.