Autumn signifies and means so many things. I sit before my open pit fire and look at the red, yellow and green leaves cascade to the ground and think, “The great Creator is telling me something. The Creator is reminding me that life has its seasons.” Ecclesiastes 3New International Version (NIV)
A Time for Everything
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
Most of our lives, we just live. We get through the day and are preoccupied by the mortal, temporary, nonessential items. We live for things instead of taking time to ask ourselves why we care so much for material things that enter our house as guests but later become master. We sacrifice personal and family time to buy a bigger TV or the latest car. Our judgment is clouded by ego and material desire.
This Thanksgiving, we should all remember that it is all about looking around and seeing the signs of the season. It is a time to ponder what we are doing in our own lives. Are we feeding our souls and improving the world for others or are we collecting bobbles that will be destroyed in time or stolen?