Paris Shuts Down for All the Saints - Friday, 1 November

It's All Saints' Day. Although the French aren't particularly religious on the whole, they sure know how to celebrate a bank holiday. There's very little traffic and maybe 75% of the little shops are closed (of the ones I wanted to go to anyway!). Some streets have temporary barricades, limiting them to pedestrian and bicycle traffic from 10 to 4.

So it's a good day for quietly reflecting on the heroes of faith in our lives. And if you don't want to be quiet, may I suggest that you join me in bellowing Ralph Vaughan Williams' spectacular hymn setting of "For All the Saints."  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OaBgaMcOvM

"For All the Saints Who from Their Labors Rest"
by William W. How, 1823-1897

1. For all the saints who from their labors rest,
Who Thee by faith before the world confess,
Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest,
Alleluia! Alleluia!

2. Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress, and their Might;
Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight;
Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true Light.
Alleluia! Alleluia!

3. Oh, may Thy soldiers, faithful, true and bold,
Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old
And win with them the victor's crown of gold.
Alleluia! Alleluia!

4. O blest communion, fellowship divine,
We feebly struggle, they in glory shine;
Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine.
Alleluia! Alleluia!

5. And when the fight is fierce, the warfare long,
Steals on the ear the distant triumph song,
And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong.
Alleluia! Alleluia!

6. But, lo, there breaks a yet more glorious day;
The saints triumphant rise in bright array;
The King of Glory passes on His way.
Alleluia! Alleluia!

7. From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast,
Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host,
Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Alleluia! Alleluia!

8. The golden evening brightens in the west;
Soon, soon, to faithful warriors cometh rest.
Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest.
Alleluia! Alleluia!