Down, down, down...
Oh, how I love the fall! I’m not sure I can adequately explain why. Is it morbid to love a time of dying… when leaves are forced to shrivel up and depart from life-giving limbs to become dust of the earth? Since spring, the world has been green and sumptuous… full of life. It would be easy to ask why it has to change. But for me… fall is warm... snug... special. It is when I can get out my most cozy sweaters and watch football with my family. Maybe I love fall because I love cozy sweaters? It goes deeper than that. Just think - God could have made the leaves all turn brown and drop. Plunk. Over. But he chose, instead, to bless us with a fireworks display of beauty! It isn’t a dying… it is a promise of new life. It is a farewell party message, ‘I’ll be back again!’ Not unlike the story of Jesus himself. Dead… hanging from a tree… falling into the very pit of hell. But wait! We should have been celebrating! For three days later, there was new life! And that, my friends, gave us hope of a...