Change is in the air. The leaves are turning, changing falling. I have often reflected on how beautiful the leaves are just before they die. I wonder if that is how it is suppose to be for all of us or at least all of us who believe. When we reflect on the death of Jesus on the cross it is easy to see only the gruesomeness and horror of sin and death. How sad it is that this is the only thing some see, when they look at the cross. Others see Christ and His love for us and some see both. The paradox of the cross, that it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Change
Leaves falling in beautiful golds and reds,
Dying
While we give thanks for life
And reap the harvest;
Beautiful, mystical fall.
