Once we have honored our dearly departed with a funeral, a heart-felt eulogy and a gathering of friends, we settled into our on-going lives. For many that means finding a new normal.  In time, stories arise that were not part of the eulogy. When I was growing up, these later stories were told on the porch, in the small gatherings of family and friends. They were told on benches, told to the rhythm of a rocking chair, told in love, and sometimes ending with “God bless their heart.”

It is part of the tradition of the old South that you can tell the tales of the now faithful departed that reveal someone who was irascible, stubborn, recalcitrant, ornery, headstrong, and sometime wayward – but the tale must always end with “God bless their hearts.” I used to think of that expression as a “free pass” that allowed one to speak freely and with candor. But in time I have gained a new perspective.

If we indeed are that people of hope, then we are called to believe that death is not the end, not a last sentence on the story of a life, but simply a chapter’s end. A respite before turning the page. We believe that a grain of wheat must indeed die to give new life. A life in which our inclinations to irascibility, stubbornness, recalcitrance, orneriness, and all the rest will be cleansed from our hearts.

We believe that God indeed will bless our hearts.

That our good and loving God, the divine potter, will finally shape and mold us into the person He had always called us to be. With life’s tension released we will finally relax and be open and malleable to the hands of the Divine Potter. That at long last, with our restlessness behind us, we will finally rest in God, rest in His hands, and be at last formed into our own perfection. This is the Hope within.

“Brothers and sisters: Hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us.”

I think that all the stories we tell speak to that Hope. Our celebration of All Souls is a celebration of that Hope. Our words of eulogy for the faithful departed echo St. Paul’s words; they are as though a prayer: “And Lord, listen to our stories, for we surely saw your Love poured out to us in the life of the one we send to you. Good and loving God, please finish the work you began in our loved one.”

The “bless her heart” tales we tell later hold a two-fold purpose. They are an acknowledgement that we are human and thus broken, flawed and unfinished.  Not just our departed friend, but ourselves. They too become prayer. “And Lord, listen to our stories, for we too are surely unfinished works. Good and loving God, please finish your work in us. God bless our hearts.”

All Souls is a day we remember our dearly beloved. We lift up them to God in the sure and certain hope that He will finish the good work He began in them. It is our hope for them and ourselves. Indeed, “Brothers and sisters: Hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us.”