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Even In Death, Life Is Celebrated
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Lectionary Tales For The Pulpit
Series III, Cycle C
Our son, Andrew, was born on November 1, All Saints' Day. It was a glorious day, not only because we knew our baby would be born, but the sunrise was spectacular. Oranges, dark blues, pinks, and purples turned into a bright blue autumn day. The air was crisp although there was just a dusting of snow on the ground from the week before.
When I told my dear friends in Mexico that our baby was a healthy little boy, they rejoiced. They also rejoiced to know he was born on All Saint's Day. I was curious.
When I told my dear friends in Mexico that our baby was a healthy little boy, they rejoiced. They also rejoiced to know he was born on All Saint's Day. I was curious.

