Wed, April 19, 2017
Seasons of Life
Autumn winds are blowing again.
The fall of the year brings with it a world of emotions as rich and varied as the notes of an organ. The spring is more stimulating and fuller of expectation, but there is about the fall a quiet strength which the spring lacks. It is not a wonder that so many serious-minded people love the fall,
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We are not much given to moralizing on natural objects, but who can fail to notice the parallel between God’s great lovely world and the little tribes of flesh and blood who inhabit it? Is it not plain that every human being runs through the same stages as the seasons? Spring, the time of childhood and youth when all the world is big with promise, a promise which the later years invariably fail to keep. Summer, the period of full power when life multiplies and it is hard to believe that it can ever end. Autumn, with its repose after toil, a gracious tapering off of our fuller powers, a kindly preparation for our longer rest. Winter, when the leaves have dropped away and the last sign of life has disappeared. Then only faith remains to assure us that there will be for us a bright tomorrow.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die . . .
As certain as the seasons of life and of nature we experience, so certain is the brightest, most glorious season of all. By faith we know it shall surely dawn in our eternal tomorrow.
Great is Your faithfulness, O God. I trust You for all the tomorrows.