Little Moments-Big Dreams

I love the colors of Fall. The other day, I was driving home from the store and the road wound through an area where the leaves were just glorious. I thought it looked like flames surrounding the road. It's like, all year long, the leaves are just hanging out all cool and green and understated. In the summer, no one says to their neighbor, "I love your tree leaves!" No, we compliment others on their zinnias, their marigolds, their roses, etc... but not their tree leaves. But the point is not that the trees get no attention in the summer. The point is that they do have a time to shine. To every thing there is a season. Maybe it seems like you've waited a long time for something. Take a look at what is left of the Autumn foliage. I did. It reminded me that God can change something that is pleasant (but not exactly exciting) into something that is so dazzling it almost takes your breath away. He transforms the green leaves into gold and red and orange and chocolatey

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I remember reading and studying some of George Herbert's poetry in college. I don't recall reading this particular poem, and when I came across it today in an email, I had to read it a few times to grasp the depth of it. (It's been a while since Intro to Literature class!) But once I did begin to grasp it, I was awed and amazed anew that God should die for me. “Philosophers have measured mountains, Fathom’d the depths of seas, of states, and kings, Walk’d with a staff to heaven, and traced fountains But there are two vast, spacious things, The which to measure it doth more behove: Yet few there are that sound them; Sin and Love. Who would know Sin, let him repair Unto Mount Olivet; there shall he see A man, so wrung with pains, that all his hair, His skin, his garments, bloody be. Sin is that Press and Vice, which forceth pain To hunt his cruel food through every vein. Who knows not Love, let him assay, And taste that juice, which on the cross a pike Did s