message from Heaven

My little green kayak takes me to wonderful places. Wet, yet wonderful.

Armed with an ounce of elbow grease and my camera, I explore the colors of autumn with eyes wide open.

This unassuming leaf had its moment of glory yesterday. Today it is already moldering under a damp blanket made up of many of its ilk. Life is like that sometimes.

These leaves had their moment of glory today. The book of Isaiah gives us a powerful analogy about the passing glory of green things. Do you know it?

"The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever. " (Isaiah 40:8)

The wilted, scrappy, rags of summer proclaim eternal truths to us.

If you cannot afford the time to float on a river, listen to the song in the air on your walk to the mailbox.

If you cannot stroll outside, look for it in the molten amber light that spills in the windows.

Creation itself teaches us; its seasons are catechisms sent from heaven. Our Father and Teacher spells into our childish palms, again and again, tenderly and with infinite patience, the mysteries of His ways.

Are you listening?