In many places in the United States the first day in the fall does not mean much but In New England it is a day to celebrate.  Maple trees are sending out invitations to watch for the glory that is about to burst.

Often we hear the four seasons of the year compared to the seasons of our lives.  Springtime is the incredible bursting of childhood into young adulthood with all the unfolding mysteries of who will be.  Summertime is time for bearing fruit.  We have children.  We learn how to contribute to our communities building our nation by building good solid families.  Fall is grandparent time.  It is time for the foliage to turn grey yet have all the vibrancy and vigor of summertime.  It is time to harvest the years of labor and spread the bounty around to others.  And then winter arrives.  It is time to slow down and watch the storms blow about us knowing all is well for we have wisely built well and prepared for reflection about a life well lived.

But wait there is an incredible promise in Scripture regarding the wintertime of life.  It is found in Psalm 92.  It says, “The righteous . . . will grow like a cedar of Lebanon; planted in the house of the LORD, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green.”

Each time of life can be rich and abundant.  Rejoice in the goodness of where you are, bloom and bear much fruit.   See John 15.

Written by Roger Bothwell on September 23, 2003

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