We Can Count On Fall!

I believe that fall is my favorite time of the year. I don’t know why, but my spirit does. I just get happier, that’s all!  Even when those beautifully colored leaves fall over my sidewalk and driveway I’m happy. The air has a fresh and crisp feeling. I love to hang my clothes out even if it costs me more ironing. I have several big maple trees around here and I love it when it is dry so I can walk through the leaves and hear that crunchy sound. I’ve done that since I was a kid.

I don’t care much about halloween though. The costumes are getting more horror bound every year and I wonder if the devil has something to do with that! When I was a kid all we had was parties where we dove for apples and carved jack-o-lanterns. The older boys tipped over the outhouses in town. Parents were upset about that. Halloween seemed more like a fall celebration than the scary one we have today.

And, those Columbus Day sales! I guess they try to have a sale for every holiday that comes around. I don’t think they even know what Christopher Columbus did or that he accidentally discovered America in 1492. All the people know is that is a good time to have a sale.

Anyhow I love this and every fall season. I don’t know how some do not believe in God. The trees all drop their leaves in the fall. It will look as if they are dead. But in the spring we will see tiny leaves begin sprouting again. Summer is harvest time when fruit and wheat and much else is taken from the trees or fields and winter is a time of resting, knowing that spring will come again. A great and loving God could only arrange that.

 

 

Are You A Christian?

A couple of weeks ago a bomb threat was posted on a bathroom door in a local high school. It turned out to be a hoax, but because of the shooting at the Oregon college my daughter wanted to talk about this to her two girls. The older girl, who had just gone through that bomb threat in her school, was asked by her mother, “If you were asked if you were a Christian, what would you say?”

The girl was quiet for awhile but then she said, “I guess as long as Jesus died for me, I can do the same for him.” My daughter hugged her and said. “I surely hope that you are never asked that question,”

Later, she asked her younger daughter, who was in the seventh grade, “What would you answer if you were asked if you were a Christian?” She answered quickly, as if she had been thinking  about it. “I’d say yes and then hand him a swift Nelson. He wouldn’t know what hit him!”

Isn’t it awful that our children are growing up with fear.The Christians in Syria, Iraq and wherever else are constantly asked that question, what’s to stop them from coming over here? In fact, they now have in the college in Oregon. We have two questions to ask ourselves, Are we going to stand up for what is right rather than just worrying about our country? And are we Christians or not? Think about it. All of us must do that.