Thank you, Pastor.To echo Jon, not all Protestants.
The following is from The Presence, a book by Berthold von Schenk, a Lutheran theologian who wrote the book shortly after his wife’s death:
When we, then, view death in the light of the Communion of Saints and Holy Communion, thee is no helpless bereavement. My loved one has just left me and has gone on a long journey. But I am in touch with her. I know that there is a place where we can meet. It is at the Altar. How it thrills me when I hear the words of the Liturgy, “Therefore with angels and archangels and all the company of Heave,” for I know that she is there with that company of Heaven, the Communion of Saints, with the Lord. The nearer I come to my Lord in Holy Communion, the nearer I come to the saints, to my own loved ones. I am a member of the Body of Christ, I am a living cell in that spiritual organism, partaking of the life of the other cells, and sharing in the Body of Christ himself.
There is nothing fanciful or unreal about this. Indeed, it is the most real ting in my life. Of course, I miss my loved one. I should miss her if she took a long holiday trip. But now, since she is what some people call dead, she is closer to me than ever. Of course, I miss her physical presence bitterly. I miss her voice and the sound of approaching footsteps. But I have not lost her. And when my sense of loss becomes too great, I can always go to our meeting place at the Altar where I receive the Body and Blood of my Lord that preserves my body and soul just as it has preserved her unto everlasting life. Do learn to love the Altar as the meeting place with your beloved who have passed within the veil.
I think this is clearly a belief in a two-way connection between the living and the dead.
While reading this, I thought of my dad, gone from this life over 20 years now, and yet close as ever in the Communion of Saints.
Jon
EDIT: I wanted to had that All Saints Day is perhaps my favorite of the “minor” Church festivals. The link with the church Triumphant is so strong and evident on that day. And, honestly, singing “For All Thy Saints”, my favorite hymn, so difficult to sinf with that knot in my throat.
O blest communion, fellowship divine!
We feebly struggle, they in glory shine;
All are one in Thee, for all are Thine.
Alleluia, Alleluia!