All Saints

 Yesterday in my church was the celebration of “All Saints Day.”  And I know a lot of saints.  They did not get the title “Saint.” But they lived the life of one.  They might seem rather normal, not standing out in any special way to the world, but I know how far they have come to get to what we might call ‘normal.”  My saints used to be frighteningly bad in destructive behavior.  They had low social skills in group settings or even in one on one.  They were often restless, irritable, irritating, and destructive. They lived in discontent.  Now they are what you might call normal.  But I know the spiritual work they did to get where they are today.  They are not self-made.  They had help from others and from some power that is not their own.  So they are my saints.