don't call the liturgical policeWe celebrated All Saints' at the parish I'm supplying at on Sunday.
But the Holy Spirit was surely moving. Separate decisions were made, each without knowing about the other one. The youth decided to do a presentation on October 30th, reading some profiles of some of the church's founders. The powers-that-be decided to celebrate All Saints' on the 30th.
When I realized it was all going to come together like that, I got Spirit-ual goosebumps.
The teens read stories of the early members of the congregation, who lived through the excitement of building a church in a territorial capital and the disappointment of seeing the capital taken away to another town.
I spoke a bit about the unity of the church vertically in time and horizontally in space, and then we repeated the baptismal covenant. I pulled out the holy hardware and sprinkled everyone with water--and people were so excited, everyone wanted the water, so I had to backtrack if I accidentally missed someone.
We sang good hymns and ignored the little mishaps and celebrated Eucharist and it was very, very good.