From: T.M. Schoewe
Where did September go? Half through October, we are in a season of transitions. Looking at the changing landscape over the past few weeks, all the contoured farming, partially harvested crops and surrounding forests full of color under the clear blue horizon of a cloudless sky, we were reminded why fall is a beautiful time of year.
On a crisp clear day we took a road trip, had breakfast in Wisconsin a few miles upriver and decided to return home the long way. Heading east up the steep hill out of Fountain City we went through narrow valleys and scenic ridge tops on a circuitous excursion back to Winona. All the while on that winding rollercoaster ribbon of blacktop we enjoyed a panorama made up of the autumn earth tones of rolling corn and bean fields bordered by dense forests of green cedar and pine. Intermingled were bright yellow walnut and orange maple trees. Red sumac stippled the roadside ditches. Winding between fields of tan standing corn waiting to become ethanol, we were amazed by the yellows and reds, the burnt orange and gold and various shades of the valley foliage. Climbing up and over a grand bluff out of Arcadia we wound our way down through coulee country to Centerville. Heading north through Marshfield we sighted distant Sugar Loaf. As we crossed the Mississippi to drop down into our Island City, at the bridge’s crest we saw the bluff line that hugs the southern end of town and marveled at the array of trees now full of color and realized that the transition is on, winter is coming.
This time of year also sees us undergoing a national transition. It’s debate time. It’s election time. It is time to vote! We are bombarded by television, radio ads, mailers and phone calls telling us what we should know. This is the peaceful transition or transfer of power in town halls, state houses and the national capitol that takes place in this country on a regular basis. Unfortunately, unlike the seasons, we do not know what is coming!
Meditating on this subject of transitions reminded me of one of the greatest transitions in history. On the road between Jerusalem and Damascus about 2,000 years ago, a Jewish first class Pharisee, like radical Muslims today, was out to find, persecute and even kill Christians when he was struck to the ground and blinded by the Man that had been crucified and had risen from the dead. The Jew’s name was changed from Saul to Paul. He was converted. That transition resulted in the spreading of the Kingdom of God out of the Holy Land into the entire world. It is still going on and there are more Christians today than ever.
It is this Paul who speaks about our biggest transition. He compares our bodies to tents which we one day will have to get out of as our bodies will go down into dust and ashes! Time never stops but continues to tick on minute by minute, finally bringing us to our ultimate transition. Pray it will be into glory with the greatest Man that ever lived, Who died for us and rose again because He was the Christ, the Son of the living God.