All Saints' Day or All Saints' Day (abbreviated as All Saints; Latin Festum Omnium Sanctorum) is a Christian holiday, a memorial day for saved souls, which the Catholic Christian world observes on November 1. This day is the celebration of the glorified Church (ecclesia triumphans in Latin), which is the company of glorified souls who have gone to heaven.
In the Catholic Church, the constant prayer of the Mass held on All Saints' Day is: " Almighty eternal God, who has given us to celebrate the glory of all your saints on one day, we ask you to pour out your mercy abundantly on us through their many intercessions."
In the Catholic litanies, one of the addresses of the Virgin Mary is: Queen of All Saints and Mother of Beautiful Love.
In many European countries, including Hungary and all Hungarian-inhabited areas, it is customary for people to visit and clean up the graves of their deceased relatives, bring flowers and light candles and candlesticks on All Saints' Day and the following day, All Day of the Dead. The light of the candle symbolizes eternal light, according to the ceremony of the Catholic Church, the litany of all saints is prayed at the "big cross of cemeteries, at the cross of everyone" and the new grave monuments are blessed. In some regions of Hungary, in the past, bells were rung for the dead of the family.
"And it's no coincidence that the church placed the day of All Saints and the Dead right here, at the threshold of winter, at the beginning of passing away - and next to each other. He made this clear in the spirit of the great contradiction, of which death is only an appearance, but the content is life, and let's add, life in the truest, most human, therefore most spiritual sense of the word. The love of our dead is first and foremost the school of life. It is true, not to the mechanical processes of life, to which great nature obeys, but to the other, which, as a creative contradiction, starts new work right on the threshold of winter, with increased enthusiasm and enthusiasm. The external image: that of withering, death and flight. Only man fixes his eyes on the unceasingly working stars of the universe, on the distant and great whole, and beyond..." (János Pilinszky: Excerpt on the verge of winter)
"Today, my loved ones, we celebrate the memory of all the saints with the joy of a common celebration. For the firmer their faith was in suffering, the more it shines now in righteousness. Let's take this path too, let's hurry to the heavenly country, whose citizens we have been accepted into!" (Beda Venerable)
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