This sermon was preached for All Saints' Day at St. Andrew's in Wellesley, Massachusetts. The readings for this sermon were: Daniel 7:1-3,15-18 , Psalm 149 , Ephesians 1:11-23 , and Luke 6:20-31 . 1908. Okinawa, Japan. My husband’s great-grandfather, just nineteen at the time, lay dying in a hospital bed. As he drifted in and out of consciousness, he heard his doctors declare him a hopeless case. He felt a nurse try to find his pulse and fail. But then, Hisanori Kano felt a sense of calm, a vision of light. “What I saw became God, to me,” he said later. Hisanori’s condition dramatically improved. His doctor, a Christian, proclaimed it a miracle. After his recovery, Hisanori sought answers in the Bible, in Christian classmates at school. Although raised Buddhist in a country that was less than 1% Christian at the time, Hisanori was baptized Hiram Kano that next year. From that moment on, Hiram was determined to follow God’s purpose for his life, the life he knew God