Torches From God

“We are always ready to make a saint or prophet of the educated man who goes into cottages to give a little kindly advice to the uneducated. The mediaeval saint or prophet was an uneducated man who walked into grand houses to give a little kindly advice to the educated.”

G. K. Chesterton


All Saints Day reminds us of all those holy men and women whom God, in His infinite mercy, sends us as torches to light our path in a dark world.  Filled with God’s love and grace, they make golden the pages of our histories with their lives and witness.  Feeling the lure of sin just as much as any of us, they turned to God and reflected His love to us.  They come in all sorts of humanity:  men and women, all nationalities, wise, simple, warriors, pacifists, miracle workers, saints whose only miracle was their life, humorous, humorless, clergy, laity, old, young, united only in their Faith and their love for the Highest Love.

It is too easy as we go about our prosaic lives to forget the Ultimate Reality that the saints clearly see.  May we, with them, one day behold that Ultimate Reality in the face, in the Beatific Vision.

The gates of heaven are lightly locked,
We do not guard our gain,
heaviest hind may easily
Come silently and suddenly
Upon me in a

“And any little maid that walks
In good thoughts apart,
break the guard of the Three Kings
And see the dear and dreadful things
hid within my heart.

“The meanest man in grey fields gone
Behind the
set of sun,
Heareth between star and other star,
Through the door of the
darkness fallen ajar,
The council, eldest of things that are,
The talk of
the Three in One.

“The gates of heaven are lightly locked,
We do not
guard our gold,
Men may uproot where worlds begin,
Or read the name of the
nameless sin;
But if he fail or if he win
To no good man is

“The men of the East may spell the stars,
And times and triumphs
But the men signed of the cross of Christ
Go gaily in the

“The men of the East may search the scrolls
For sure fates and
But the men that drink the blood of God
Go singing to their

“The wise men know what wicked things
Are written on the
They trim sad lamps, they touch sad strings,
Hearing the heavy purple
Where the forgotten seraph kings
Still plot how God shall

“The wise men know all evil things
Under the twisted
Where the perverse in pleasure pine
And men are weary of green
And sick of crimson seas.

“But you and all the kind of
Are ignorant and brave,
And you have wars you hardly win
souls you hardly save.

G. K. Chesterton

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Donald R. McClarey

Cradle Catholic. Active in the pro-life movement since 1973. Father of three and happily married for 35 years. Small town lawyer and amateur historian. Former president of the board of directors of the local crisis pregnancy center for a decade.


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