The All Saints Party

So yesterday was Halloween. I asked God if she ever takes on the form of a little kid, dresses up in some costume, and goes out trick or treating. I was hoping she did, because I was wondering what kind of costume she’d choose, and would it look homemade or store bought, things like that.

She said no, she’s always too busy getting ready for All Saints Day. It seems the saints expect her to throw them a party up in Heaven and she’s always busy putting together the last minute details. She also told me that it’s surprising how many saints have dietary restrictions. I mean I kind of expect St. Francis of Assisi to be a vegetarian, but apparently a lot of saints are now claiming gluten allergies.

And then she started to complain about how much beer they drink, but she stopped herself. She said she had only herself to blame for that one. I asked what she meant. She told me that the monks were right, she did invent beer to show us that she loves us and wants us to be happy.

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