Autumn is not my favorite season.
There is a sense of sadness, of melancholy, of having to say “goodbye” to the plants and flowers that have so generously treated us to glorious color during the growing season.
Even the brilliant colors of the changing leaves indicate that the trees have stopped making the chlorophyll that creates the vibrant green color they held for so long. It’s really a sign of decay. Continue reading “Still good”
My great aunt’s recent passing opens a door of reflection. I’ve reached the age where most of those who came before me are gone. Shadows fall on their empty chairs. It’s the way of time and fragility (Hebrews 9:27).
Continue reading “Reflections on aging and family”
The editor claims he’s getting old and that changes his perspective of time. But young and old alike need the same sense of living in the end times, and living the rest of their time for the will of God. (How did he know what he did 20 years ago today?) Continue reading The Continuum of Time