Ever been on a drive through upper elevations in Colorado in late September?
Or through any of the New England states in October?
The greens of spring and summer are nice, but I haven't heard of people taking driving trips just to look at the trees during these more verdant times of the year.
No, people drive and become Leaf Lookie-Loos in the fall, with the oohs and aahs more commonly heard in response to fireworks, plus lots of photos to show around when they get back.
The leaves, leaves, leaves--aren't they beautiful?
The color ranges from the shiniest bright yellow, through all the golds and tans, then passes through the orange/red territory, sometimes with even a burgundy depth to the reds. Honey, caramel, chocolate, then finally a brown reaching for black round out the journey through the hues.
All perfectly matched, you understand. No clashing, no ugliness.
Here in Colorado, if you catch the foliage at just the right moment, a mountainside can appear to be on fire, because of the brightness of the yellow to orange to red colors and the natural response of the leaves on the "Quivering Aspens" to passing winds.
The wonder of it all is that the loveliness is temporary. Those hundreds and thousands of leaves shimmering in the wind out there can't hold on to their trees forever, and they have the ground as their final natural destination.
Why does God do that?
Yes, it's part of a natural cycle--His plan for the change of the seasons.
No, what I'm asking is more like this: Why aren't leaves at their most beautiful during the central part of their lifespan, not at the end?
We seem to think people are, after all. And probably animals, and lots of other things we could point to in our world here on Earth.
What if those saints and prayer warriors around us, the long-time Christians among us, have spiritual lives paralleling the leaves?
Do we even notice their spectacular beauty, now that they're in their latter years of walking with the Lord?
Listen to their prayers, and 'see' the shiniest gold, refined through years in the furnace of life's cares.
Observe them quietly reading the Bible, and see their gratitude for His sacrifice: the crimson depth of His blood, shed for them.
Watch them doing what they can around the church and their neighborhood, and see their hillside portrait on fire through the quaking hospitality or the shimmering effort involved to bake a pie or some other highly-sought-after delicacy for a bake sale.
Pay attention to their advice, rich with experience, and be like fertile soil taking it all in.
They may be closer to leaving this world and joining God in heaven than some of the rest of us, but, oh, how glorious, and lovely, and vivid their colors are, RIGHT NOW!
Let them know you see it, and that you appreciate them. A little supportive oohing and aahing never hurt!
And I, for one, would like to give a 'little supportive oohing and aahing' for your writing! I read all the articles you posted on 6/4, I believe it was, and they were all unique. You not only have the gift of writing, but also teaching, and you have the inspiration of the Holy Spirit. What a powerful combination! Be encouraged to keep writing!