Every year fall rolls around with the cooler temperatures, trees shuddering in the wind and a strong urge to make jeans and sweatshirts an everyday clothing staple. And every year I seem to write about the nippy breeze, crisp apples and gorgeous colours, this autumn though I want to look at it from a different perspective. Dying.
Around spring time we ALWAYS associate it with new life, greenery, birth, joy…you get the picture. I am sure you have used those terms every year come April/May. But what about fall? The once new sprouts, budding and beautiful are dying, browning and drooping until they eventually get raked into a black, green or brown bag, your preference, and left on the side of the road. The tree is left bare, defenseless and like getting caught out in the winter with no coat, quite vulnerable to the elements.
This morning I embarked on a walk. Well, ’embarked’ sounds a bit adventurey as it was only around the creek, so maybe ‘went’ is better. Haha, I went on a walk. hmmm. Anyways, during this walk I again, as I do every year, marvelled at the comfortable temperatures, the warm sun/cool breeze and the colours juuuust starting to show. As I wrapped my checkered jacket around myself I suddenly realized…it is beautiful to die. I do not mean leaving this world, laying in a coffin, flame of life snuffed out dying…but spiritual dying. You know where I am going…Romans 12:1 Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God-this is your spiritual act of worship.
How beautiful! We are to die to ourselves, offering our physical bodies to the Lord to use and do with as HE pleases. We are in essence dead to ourselves but alive to Christ. The ultimate act of love is shown by laying down your life for another, so even above that is an attainable ability to love the Lord by laying down our lives for Him.
I know this ‘living sacrifice’ bit is known in the church, it is an ultimate act of love and worship, but I had never compared it to the season of autumn we all cherish. The maples are stunning as their leaves and shoots die. Comparatively, so are we when the Father looks upon our hearts and sees us dying to ourselves and allowing Him to take hold of more of our life.
May you, this autumn, display the glorious colours of dying that we see all around us here in Ontario. May you be a pleasing sacrifice to the Lord and bring a smile to His face, as the fall spectrum does for us.