As we rounded the corner, I tried shielding two-year-old Johnny from all the “scary” Halloween decorations. Twisting in the cart, Johnny spotted a skull; Johnny’s blue eyes lit up, a huge smile broke out, and he shouted with delight, “Coco!” My daughter laughed, “Johnny thinks all skulls and skeletons are from the movie, Coco.” My son, who lived in Mexico last year, chimed in, “Yep! The movie depicts la Día de los Muertos, the Mexican celebration known as the Day of the Dead.” Though not a Christian tradition, this popular, and most colorful festival sports altars, candles, flowers, foods, and costumes. Unlike the macabre of Halloween, la Día de los Muertos affirms life, family, and the importance of remembering those who have gone before us.
Days shortening. Skies darkening. Leaves falling. Time Slipping. Like sand through the hourglass. How to spend our days? What to do with our short time on earth—whether we’re one or ninety-one? We pray. We plead. We petition for wisdom: how then shall we live? The Psalmist advises, “Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain wisdom of heart.” Viewing our days in light of eternity grants us the proper perspective on life, leading to wisdom.
The blog on this page presents reflections on the Sunday readings through the lens of a parent/grandparent, aiding leaders of the domestic church in their vital task as “first heralds” or “first preachers” of the Good News in the home.