I’m not a Catholic and yet even protestants have to acknowledge the way Catholics stick to the faith and it is Catholicism, not protestantism, which provides the bulwark against the forces of darkness, which drives those forces apoplectic, frothing at the mouth and muttering imprecations against “outdated superstition” and “fundamentalism”. Hence the writing scrawled around the Dome on the Rock as well, damning Jesus Christ.
Just as I’d not deny the right of pagans to dance naked in a grove or for Jews to wear kippars in the synagogue, for Buddhists to light their candles or for Muslims to bow down in the direction of Mecca, I’d not deny Catholics all around the world the right, on this their day, to venerate the saints. The only right I’d deny is the right to deny these rights – something governments, aided by the global marxists, are trying to do.
What is a saint?
The authority of the Catholic Pope to decide who is saintly and who is not is one which makes me uneasy and yet who wouldn’t consider the various martyrs, Bede and even Joan of Arc saintly people, good people? It’s so easy to see someone like Jeanne Pucelle, a pious 19 year old girl, as saintly but more difficult to see some crusty, bearded old man in the same light.
For me, this is a day to remember all the good, kindly people and what they’ve tried to offer the world.