In the
Book of John, verse 14:3, the “God’s Word” translation reads:
“If I go to prepare a place for you, I will
come again. Then I will bring you into my presence so that you will be where I
am.”
In the
Book of John, verse 8:7. The American Standard 1977 translation reads:
But when they persisted in asking Him, He
straightened up, and said to them, “He who is without sin among you, let
him be the first to throw a stone at her.”
We try to refrain from throwing stones at Merry Mount because we certainly are not without sin. We hope that we have prepared a place that protects sinners, and we also welcome any saints that may appear on the premises.
We try to refrain from throwing stones at Merry Mount because we certainly are not without sin. We hope that we have prepared a place that protects sinners, and we also welcome any saints that may appear on the premises.
As we approach Hallow’s Eve and All Saint’s
Day, our attention is drawn wherever we look to ghosts, goblins, and spirits of
all kinds-some good, some bad, some Saints, and some sinners, just like us
folks who remain alive. Accounts of
spirits returning to earth abound in folklore both on All Saint’s Day and
especially on the day before.
“Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness—for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.”
Which is not loneliness—for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.”
Here at Merry Mount, we embrace all spirits
that may show themselves.
All
Soul’s Night 1917
You
heap the logs and try to fill
The little room with words and cheer,
But silent feet are on the hill,
Across the window veiled eyes peer.
The hosts of lovers, young in death,
Go seeking down the world to-night,
Remembering faces, warmth and breath–
And they shall seek till it is light.
Then let the white-flaked logs burn low,
Lest those who drift before the storm
See gladness on our hearth and know
There is no flame can make them warm.
The little room with words and cheer,
But silent feet are on the hill,
Across the window veiled eyes peer.
The hosts of lovers, young in death,
Go seeking down the world to-night,
Remembering faces, warmth and breath–
And they shall seek till it is light.
Then let the white-flaked logs burn low,
Lest those who drift before the storm
See gladness on our hearth and know
There is no flame can make them warm.
On All Saint's Day, if perhaps a few saints arrive, we will welcome them to our table.
We hope that we have
prepared a place for both saints and sinners.
It is our intent to bring “all” into our presence, so that where we are,
you can be also. In fact, everyday as we
go out from here and encounter souls both good and bad, we inevitably
bring bits and pieces of their spirits back with us to this place we call Merry
Mount.