All Saints Day 2012 – Archdeacon Debra Burleson
Excerpt: Who in the multitude of thy Saints hast compassed us about with so great a cloud of witnesses, that we, rejoicing in their fellowship, may run with patience the race that is set before us, and together with them may receive the crown of glory that fadeth not away.
In the name of God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
Ray Bradbury wrote Fahrenheit 451, The Martian Chronicles, The Illustrated Man, Something Wicked This
Way Comes. Most of Bradbury’s writing is all gloom all the time. It’s been said, whenever your will to
live becomes too strong, read Ray Bradbury.
But he wrote one happy story. It’s called “The Toynbee Convector.”
**A man from an economically and creatively stagnant society invents a time machine. He summons an
audience to watch him travel ahead 100 years, and back. His machine – he calls it a Toynbee Convector -
is a one-shot deal. One trip. He straps in, pushes the button, the machine hums, stops. He jumps out
and exclaims, “We did it!”—man has restored the environment, cured disease; creativity abounds, peace
over all the earth.
Many are skeptical. But others are inspired. They set aside every weight of despair and hopelessness.
They sacrifice what they want now for what they want most. A hundred years pass. The world indeed
becomes the wonderful world the Traveler described. **
The story was criticized for its idiotic hopefulness. Because people aren’t like that.
Is this feast a day of idiotic hopefulness?...