The day is turning and should be so
As clouds like flocks to heaven go
The world may not see the glory there
Where Christ and his saints meet in the air
There is music in the motion
As soft and as deep as a summer ocean
Things asleep awake today
Despite approaching November gray
The cross and crown are won
The work of our saints within us has well begun
I’ve adapted the words you’ve just heard from poet Frederick William Faber, an English theologian who penned the hymn, “Faith of our Fathers.”
The faith of my father, Butch Hagenbuch, does not rest in me. It moves me like the waves in the aforementioned ocean my father loved.
As we approach All Saints Day on November first with love, I pray the faith of our fathers, mothers, and martyrs moves you to faith in motion.
Amen.