fall colors

Some fall pictures from the weekend,

 Jesus replied, "The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.

John 12:23-24

And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?

Matthew 6:28-30

Lead me, O LORD, in your righteousness because of my enemies— make straight your way before me

Psalm 5:8

Life is like a hike.......

Life is like a hike. 

It can be easy and it can be difficult. 

There are times when the path is wide open and times when you can't see around the next bend.

Just imagine for a moment that this hike begins in a meadow. 

It is easy walking here. The trail is clean, you feel you can do this all by yourself. The trail is soft, no rocks to stumble on, no roots to trip over.

The sunshine is easy to see and the weather is fair. 

We would stay here forever if we could. 

But we can't, something happens. something changes and the trail that you are on heads you into the forest. 

It is harder now, the trail is not as smooth, the trail is difficult in places. 

The path continues on. 

Occasionally it splits, a decision will be made, choices cannot be undone. 

The hike continues. 

Sometimes it brings us to a place where it is really rocky. 

The rocks are hard. 

Sometimes they hurt. 

But without changing they provide a firm place to stand. 

On the uphill climbs, it is these rocks that we cling to, to prevent falling to where we once were. 

These rocks are an important feature on the trail. 

They make it what it is.

Looking back over your life, where are you? 

Are you clinging to the meadow, trying to stay where it is easy or are you clinging to the rocks? 

Struggle with the hard stuff. 

If you stay in the meadow you will never make it to the top of the hill or stand on the heights of the mountain. 

If you stay in the meadow you won't learn what the forest can teach you.

But more important than pressing forward is seeing who is in front of you. 

Who is leading you? 

Who created the path you are following? 

Where are you? 

Where are you going?

Psalm 23-

The Lord is any shepherd I shall not be in want.

He makes me lie down in green pastures,

he leads me beside quiet waters,

he restores any soul.

He guides me in paths of righteousness

for His name's sake,

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil.

For you are with me,

your rod and your staff,

they comfort me.

The Judgement

I randomly thought of a story a little while ago, so I wrote it down and saw when it went.
I like it when God gives me ideas that make me think about things in a different way.

The Judgment

I can't say how it exactly happened. It happened before I realized what was going on. I was standing there. Shame hung like a thick smog on a humid day over me. Every offense had been found out. Every effort I had made to hide them and avoid this had failed. The Judge stood, despair filled his face as he took upon me. He had no more choices, he was a just Judge and punishment had to be carried out.

He picked up the paper on the table between us and started reading. After about the twentieth charge I tuned out. Simple addition could not total the punishment I would have to receive. On the other hand I knew deep down the addition would come up to only one answer: complete separation, no chance of parole, death.

I was not far off. Actually I Was dead on. After everything had been said, I was lead, shaking with repentance, to the place where the consequence of my offenses and I would meet. I dread it.

I stood waiting. A crowd had followed, lead by the Judge. Those who had been place to give the punishment took their stands. I stood there.

Then, unexpectedly a man rushed forward, breaking through the barriers that were so rigidly in place. He moved towards me, directly to me. Then he wrapped his arms around me, just as the punishment began. He held me tight, I held my breath. Everything that was supposed to be for me, he took. All the pain and suffering I was deserving of. he took. I looked towards the crowd, bewilderment flooded everyone's faces. The Judge was shaking, crumpled on the ground, weeping.

The man, he laid on the ground, took a deep breath and let go. He died there. in my place. I knelt down, weeping from deep within. I don't know how long I was there, but when I looked up I was only one left with the judge and the body of the man. I stayed there longer, when the strangest thing happened, the man took a breath, then another slowly they grew stronger before I knew it, he was standing, embracing me. The Judge walk over, smiling more than ever, He looked at us, embraced ups, weeping.

He looked upon me and with gentle words he spoke, 'You are mine'

strange sign....

On the way back to school after thanksgiving we had to stop to get some gas, usually they have signs and mechanisms that encourage you to stay at the pump while filling up. This one was slightly different.
Not only did this one encourage you to busy yourself with something else, the latch in it's handle also was still working, so you could.