It’s evening in October in Massachusetts. It is 63 degrees and the moon is full. We haven’t had a frost yet so the Hydrangeas and the Black-Eyed Susans are in their full glory along with a host of late summer bloomers not yet touched with hoar. Roadside stands are filled with apples and pumpkins and yellow school buses are taking their loads of children to local orchards for outdoor education in the groves. The leaves have just begun to tease us with the bonanza of color yet to unfold as they catch the now slanted rays of afternoon sun. I wish each of you could come and walk with me in the slightest of breezes that is wafting the faint scent of field dried maize mixed with wood smoke from a neighbor’s fireplace. A moose has errantly wandered into our neighborhood looking for Mrs. Moose. I think she is back in the forest.
I would feel sorry for all who do not live here but I know better. Each place we have lived has had its special charm. North Georgia, Iowa, California, East Africa have enchanted us with things so very unique to their locale. When God gave us our minds He built in a marvelous capacity to instantly reproduce the best of where we have been. I know where you are is wonderful. It is home. It’s the best place.
In John 14 Jesus speaks of His home. He tells us it is full of many rooms, one for each of us. When Isaiah spoke of heaven he mentioned our building places for ourselves. I really don’t want to appear greedy and demand a dozen different homes in a dozen different places. I will be happy time sharing with you.
Written by Roger Bothwell on October 6, 2009
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