Hi All.
Just writing a brief notion based on the coming of Autumn. The chill of a coming November is already evident in the air here in Oregon, and the morning blanket of fog seems to curl thicker and thicker around the porch of our Whitaker home. Becky and I were driving down 5th Ave. the other day and I couldn't help but point out that the tree tops were already shot through with red and gold. As I've been meditating on the change from summer to fall I've noticed some poignancy in the transition. The beauty of decline. General consensus tells us that our best years exist between 16 and 30, but I have to disagree. As we age and decline our lives as Christians become like those autumn trees, arrayed in the brilliance of God's providence. The fragrance of which, though offensive to some, is a beautiful thing to be around.
