I am convinced that God holds the souls of those who have taken their own life with compassion, with welcome, with love. I trust God welcomes those who die by suicide into the arms of mercy, just as God will welcome each and every one of us.
There’s a deep invitation in the hymn, in the feast of All Saints. The invitation is to consider how a life well lived, in love and in service of others, prepares us for life after death.
Faithful Jews are buried in pine boxes. No frills. No metal hinges. The body is wrapped in a simple white garment with no pockets, a reminder that you can’t carry anything with you from this world to the next. No matter who you were, what you had in life, billionaire or pauper, the ritual is... Continue Reading →