All Souls’ Day

Everyone knows about Halloween. But All Souls’ Day that follows two days later on the heels of Halloween? NoIMG_20170826_115208 (1)t so much.

You might be thinking, “Oh, yeah. I know that celebration. It’s the Day of the Dead. The sugar skulls, the picnics at the cemetery, the music, the painted faces.” It’s right there on Google today, for cryin’ out loud.

Nope, not the same thing.

Though there are connections in the dates celebrated, All Souls’ Day is primarily a Catholic feast day that’s about praying for the dead. In the Catholic tradition, souls must be in a perfect state, free from all sin, in order to enter heaven. And so most of us must go through a purification process, and it’s the prayers of the faithful here on earth who can help. We pray, and the souls wait in Purgatory in the hope to one day be with God.

When I was in Savannah this summer, I walked all around Bonaventure Cemetery one Saturday afternoon. Though my parents are buried there, and the Beneficent Mr. Hall right next to them, I don’t often spend time to visit other areas of the cemetery. But oh my goodness, it’s a beautiful cemetery!

I like to visit old cemeteries. Every tombstone tells a story, I think, and I like to stop and read those stories. The tombstone in the picture above is one of the oldest graves in the cemetery and I was struck by the inscription: Wait and Hope.

That’s just about the most perfect thought for All Souls’ Day.

Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen

If you’d like to read more about what Catholics believe (and the very interesting legend surrounding this feast day) you can go here.

And here’s a great article from National Geographic called Top 10 Things To Know About the Day of the Dead.

And if you want to take a little tour around Bonaventure Cemetery, here’s a great story from CBS News Sunday Morning. It’s not the same as walking among the tombstones dripping with Spanish moss, the salty breezes blowing at you from the bluff, but it’ll do.