All is calm, all is bright

I haven't lost my calendar. Two months before Christmas and somehow the lyric from that simple and beloved Christmas carol seems to apply to another major feast day - All Saints.

After the reverie of Halloween (for some of us, that is), All Saints seems still, pristine, hallowed. The day when all saints are remembered: everyone from Aunt Rita who used to pinch your cheeks to Anthony the Hermit.

We are all on the precipice of sainthood. In our daily lives we have opportunities and choices to make, crossroads and milestones. Our next encounter may be with another saint or someone who will challenge us to be one. Guess it's all how you look at it, or rather, it's all how you act on it.