Remembering the living dead
I love November, and not just because my students have gone off to do their exams. November has always had special meaning for me.
I’m writing this article in October, on the anniversary of the death of a lady who I’d known for many years.
She made the most wonderful meringues I’ve ever eaten, and every time I make meringues now, I think of her.
Does just thinking of people who have died make them alive again? This is a popular Hollywood trope, because Hollywood doesn’t deal very well with the idea of death.
“Remembering people doesn’t make the dead come back to life. The dead are already alive.”
But I don’t believe it. And the reason I don’t believe it is that these people are still alive.
And if you’re a Catholic, that’s actually what all of us believe. Remembering people doesn’t make the dead come back to life. The dead are already alive.
Our soul continues to live after the death of our body. The body is a beautiful thing, like an empty snail shell, and deserves to be treated with reverence after death. We will get it back one day.
But until then, our soul lives away from the body, either in Heaven with God, or in Purgatory being purified, or in hell where we will be separated from God for eternity.
The rise of the invisible Church
There, I’ve said it. The h-word. The place where the door is closed from the inside. I’ve met people – thankfully not many – who seem consumed by hatred, blame, and anger.
They slowly drive everyone around them away, so that they can be alone.
No one can live with them, and eventually they can’t live with anyone else. This is a sneak preview on earth of hell.
The Catholic Church is far bigger than people realise, because two-thirds of it is invisible to us. This is the Church in Heaven, and the Church in Purgatory.
“But in November, the other two-thirds press in on us, reminding us of their existence. The Church in heaven explodes on 1 November, the feast day of everyone who’s ever made it to heaven.”
We can only see the Church on earth (a work in progress, and not always a pretty sight).
But in November, the other two-thirds press in on us, reminding us of their existence. The Church in heaven explodes on 1 November, the feast day of everyone who’s ever made it to heaven.
And on 2 November, the Church in Purgatory comes knocking at the door, gently but persistently.
Spiritual support for All Souls
I like to respond to that knock, and not in a horror-story way, because the Holy Souls need a lot of prayers and love.
They are also fantastic friends to have. While there’s no formal Church teaching on this, I can tell you that I’ve had many prayers answered when I’ve asked the Holy Souls to intercede for me.
Pray for the dead. Have Masses said for them. It’s fine to ‘celebrate their life’ and think about them – but neither of these things really helps them if they’re in Purgatory.
This weekend I made meringues and ate them in Judith’s honour. But I also had Mass celebrated for the repose of her soul, in case she hasn’t quite made it home yet. You can do both.
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