The Communion of Saints


I  don’t want to argue theology with sisters who are Protestant, I just want to encourage other women with the thought that there are  tens, hundreds, why maybe thousands of sisters, most of whom we will never meet, who pray for us. The Holy Spirit is  my companion but in His Body, He has gifted me with many other faithful companions and Agnes is one of my special friends.

Most people have never heard of Agnes Sanford (1897-1982) but she has been and, in fact still is, a dear friend of mine. She was an interesting woman who was born to missionaries in China, married an American Anglican ( Episcopalian) and became mother to three children. Agnes suffered postpartum depression. The doctor finally diagnosed her as suicidal after one of her children came close to dying.

A tiny flame of hope was lit within her heart after prayer healed her son physically and she slowly began the process of her own emotional healing. “The Healing Light”, Agnes’ first book describes her early spiritual journey and reveals a warm, loving, wise and gentle pioneer who was most importantly to me, she was an avid gardener. I absolutely adore her.

Just like Agnes, I let my kids play with almost anything because I had a lot of kids and limited funds. I taught them all how to make do with whatever was at hand, much to my husband’s chagrin. Similarly, Agnes’ husband once threw up his hand up in frustration, as he struggled to walk around cushions and sheet forts in his living room, and complained that she let the kids play with everything except her wedding ring and the Bible! Once again I really like my co conspirator, Agnes.

One night, while struggling to centre myself in The Lord’s Presence, a crazy, impulsive thought popped into my mind. Without analyzing or questioning theological implications, I asked the Agnes to pray for me. Immediately I experienced a warm, emotional embrace of love and sheer joy as I heard these words in my heart,

 “My dear, you have my undivided attention. No one asks me to pray for them because I was a Protestant, you know!”

I laughed and laughed, in fact I am grinning like a fool now.

I don’t want to argue theology with sisters who are Protestant, I just want to encourage other women with the thought that there are  tens, hundreds, why maybe thousands of sisters, most of whom we will never meet, who pray for us. As Saint Paul said  there is a cloud of witnesses,  both living and dead, cheering us on as we journey towards the Lord. The Holy Spirit is  my companion but in His Body, He has gifted me with many other faithful companions and Agnes is one of my special friends.

5 thoughts on “The Communion of Saints

  1. I went to the Catholic Bloggers network, and was attracted to the “Communion of Saints”. Reading the post, I connected quickly to your mention of Agnes Sanford. I’ve read her, and she was a big help to me in the late 1970’s when inner healing was quite popular. As a member of a Charismatic prayer group, I
    attended a “Healing of memories” workshop. I had a lot of memories to heal. In addition to the helps from Agnes Sanford, I attended workshops from Dennis and Matthew Linn. We watched a Video and had a workbook for our memory work.

    I’ve gone far afield of my intention to validate the work of Agnes Sanford, but I will check out your pages as well. I got a kick out of your prayer to A.S. laughing at the reply you got from her. I often wondered if there were Protestant Saints I could pray to, and now I know that they would answer if I were to address them. LOL

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