One of the things that this season of the year always evokes in me is the sense of how fleeting it all is. As I am amazed by the stunning colors of the trees, and breathe in the cool air, and enjoy walks around the (still liquid) lake, I am fully aware that all of this will be different in just a few weeks. I tend to take all of the pleasures of summer for granted while it remains warm and sunshiny and green, but I don’t now. Things are changing, and dying, and becoming cold and bare. It is a time to be more aware of how precious the seasons of verdant growth and life are.
Actually, all of the seasons are precious for different reasons. Just as there is a necessary rhythm to the cycle of nature, so too is there a necessary rhythm to our spiritual journeys, both as individuals and as a community. As the Book of Ecclesiastes so wisely says in the Bible, there is a time for everything under heaven. Fall reminds us that the quest to find God involves seasons of bitter endurance as well as seasons of ecstasy. It sometimes involves a letting go of passing pleasures, and the taking on of burdens which can be unwelcome. I have never liked winter, though I've lived in this place almost all of my life, and winters can often seem interminable to me. But it is part of the annual turning.
Rather than dreading what is ahead, however, perhaps a time like right now can be an opportunity for gratitude for what is going on right in front of our eyes—the ripe harvest, the lovely trees, the last of summer's blessings.
We'll have time enough to pout in January.
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