Monday, October 15, 2012

Darkness and Light

     These mornings it's still dark when Mr. Whiskers decides it's time for us to get up. I confess I'm often not eager, but as soon as that first light breaks in the east I have a change of heart. The words of an old hymn come to mind. "When morning gilds the skies, my heart awaking cries, "May Jesus Christ be praised!" (Author of original unknown. Tr. Edward Caswall, 1814-1878)

     On the Saturday evening of our Canadian Thanksgiving weekend the setting sun lit up the foliage on the trees with spectacular light. I raced outdoors with my camera to meet my neighbours doing the same thing. One of the ladies said they were doing dishes and at the moment when the sun broke through they were asking each other, "Where is this light coming from?"

     Light has such power. The sky may be black except for one splash of sunset colour, and we cannot stop ourselves from focusing on the spectacular hues of red and orange and all the changing blends created. I pray that the same will be true in the spirit... that there will not be one who can resist turning his eyes fully away from the darkness of the lies of the enemy and toward the truth and light of this world, the Lord Jesus Christ.

Monday, October 1, 2012


They come and go the days they do
And hold them back we cannot,
But joyously we look ahead.
We know the way is all prepared.

     That's all I remember of a poem my father wrote some forty years ago. At this time of year it comes to mind. When friends in the south are relieved to feel temperatures dropping, others in this part of the world may not feel quite the same. Mom was known to stretch out the "berrr" part of Octoberrr and Novemberrr, but in Ecclesiastes we read, "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die, a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted." (Ecclesiastes 3:1-2 KJV)

     A dear lady who was president of our Christian writers' club lost her battle with cancer a few days ago. We are thankful that Esther is free of pain, but so many feel a great sense of loss. It seems there are positive and negative aspects to much of life.

     The leaves are just beginning to turn red here. Summer sports are over and the ice is in the arena. We're skating again and we've resumed our after-skating ritual visiting over a cup of tea. I've harvested a three litre basket of fingerling potatoes from the top of the pepper cage. To turn red the peppers need more warm days than we usually get in October. They should have ripened by now. The birds are almost as busy at the feeders as they were in early spring. Soon it will be time to put out suet for them. They will need the fat to keep them warm.

     It's true that we can't hold back the days, and that there will always be things we welcome and others we would choose to avoid. How blessed we are that the One who holds the times and seasons in His Hands is only good and loves us with a love beyond our understanding.