For the last week in the Chicago area we have had nothing but rain. This afternoon blue sky appeared and my wife and I went off to the woods to see the last of the fall colors. The transformation of the trees is comforting in a way. True, soon all of the leaves will be on the ground, returning nourisment to the forest floor and before long, the colors of autumn will give way to the whites and grays of winter. Nature will sleep confident in springs arrival. So it is for us. Soon, and believe me the years fly by, we will approach our own autumn, our own sunset. When we breathe our last, we will drop the natural body and our spirit will stand before God. We will choose at that moment, based on how we lived our life, weather we will be reborn in the glory of heaven or choose to be away from God for all eternity. We will put off the old and take on the new. Winter is just the prelude to spring.
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