The earth is such a wondrous place. I marvel when I see photos of our blue planet taken from outer space, but, believe it or not, up close it can be even better.
I have just returned from a noon hour walk through Mt. Pleasant Cemetery where the air was so still I could hear the beginning of rain drops even before they touched the ground. It was just a gentle rain that came and went, yet made me not want to leave at all, but to stay and watch as the maples, oaks and beeches begin to put on an autumn show for the ages.
Winter is coming there can be no doubt. We have had a few cold nights of late, but in my garden the earth is still warm and the flowers, though only weeks away from the first frost, seem more alive than ever. I have dahlias that without much tending or feeding since the Labour Day weekend are now offering up an endless supply of buds as if they are preparing thousands of extra seeds to outlast whatever winter wants to bring. It is a glorious time and the earth is so full of beauty.
Sadly the hummingbirds that came to our feeder through the summer have now left for the winter and the last of the monarch butterflies has waved goodbye. Next it will be the robins, or have they already started to leave? And the goldfinch are fast losing their colour. Nonetheless after being all but decimated in this city by the West Nile Virus, we saw a bluejay at our feeder yesterday for the first time in a dozen years. And it wasn't just one but nine on and all around the feeder at once while three male cardinals waited their turn on the ground below. And even if everyone did try to use the incident to tally their prediction for the score in the final game of the world series, it was no less awesome a sight.
I am not denying that winter is only around the corner, but with the sweet and gentle rain in the percussion section and the winged choir robed in blues and reds, and a thousand floral seeds spreading the good news of faith in God's endless day, how can we keep from singing.
Perhaps it was with all of this in mind and the Christian hope rooted in Christ's victory over sin and death that in the face of the coming winter and whatever other storms may come our way we would with boldness offer up a chorus of thanksgiving to our Creator and Redeemer. Thanks be to God.
Last Sunday evening our choir sang, How Can I Keep From Singing, and it was their song that opened my eyes to the beauty all around and the hope that rings forever true.
Here is a moving rendition of the same song.
Grace and Peace,