Dear Friends,
As I was driving into Glen Mar this morning, I could hear, “Oh when the saints, go marching in, oh when the saints go marching in, oh how I want to be in that number, oh when the saints go marching in—go marching in” singing loudly in my head.  I remembered as a child really punching in that last line, “go marching in.”  At that point in my life, I did not really understand All Saints’ Day, but I knew my goal was to be a saint because I wanted to be “in that number.”  It is still my goal: to be a part of the great crowd of witnesses.  I think we all share that goal: to hear “well done my good and faithful servant.”