For All the Saints
I don’t remember why or when, but I can remember someone once said to me: “You’re a saint!” I guess I had held a door open, allowed someone to go ahead of me in line, or, as is my usefulness in stores, retrieved something off of the top shelf for some short shopper. We get called a saint if we do something good, but this can be misleading. It would make sense that a saint should do something good, but doing something good doesn’t make you a saint. Sometimes saints cut in line and sometimes devils hold the door open. Confusing, isn’t it? Do you know what makes a saint a saint? Do you know why Paul wrote “to the all saints…in Philippi” or why I always address you as “dear saints”? I can’t think of a better subject to address in our last sermon in Philippians!
His and yours,