This is the time of the year when I get a bit melancholy. The change of seasons is bittersweet and as the plants and leaves change color and die it is impossible for me to not think of the those that have gone before us. They lived their lives and then they were gone. All Saint’s Day comes in this midst of this change. We look forward to a grand reunion with our blessed dead because of the death and resurrection of Christ. I recently attended the funeral and burial of my wife’s Uncle, Richard Freeman in Wausau, Wisconsin. He was an avid outdoorsman and Fall was his favorite season. The changing seasons and the hunting it afforded were a major theme of the visitation. He was buried on a beautiful hillside close to a flaming Maple tree that was glorious to behold. It was so bright it seemed to even give it’s light to the falling rain.
That passage from the Isaiah 40 keeps coming to mind – “The grass withers, the flower fades, When the breath of the LORD blows upon it; Surely the people are grass. 8The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever.”
Homeward Bound is one of those songs that evoke the season. It is by Marta Keene and it is wonderful.
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