Autumn has long been my favorite season. I find joy in the simplest things. Freshly fallen acorns, the crimson blush of maple leaves, a chill in the air and the pungent scent of wood-smoke evoke nostalgia.
Harvest is underway here in the Highlands. Yesterday as I drove to a nearby village, my top speed must have approached twenty-seven miles per hour! I found myself following not one, but two tractors slowly making their way over Culnakirk, a steep and winding pass. The tractor-trailer directly ahead of me overflowed with freshly harvested barley, bits of chaff drifted behind.
It wasn't until I was on my way home that the Spirit of the Lord drew my attention to the neat rows of straw and stubble left behind in the fields...
the Lord of Hosts, so that it will leave them neither root nor branch.
But for you who fear my Name, the sun of righteousness shall rise
with healing in its wings. You shall go out leaping like calves from the stall. And you shall tread down the wicked, for they will be ashes under the soles of your feet,
on the day when I act, Says the Lord of Hosts."
"How solid is my 'house'? Is my faith expressing itself in obedience?"
THAT is GRACE!
"...behold, I come quickly; and my reward is with me,
to give every man according as his work shall be."
On that day:
"Each one's work will become manifest, for the Day will disclose it,
because it will be revealed by fire, and the fire will test what sort of work
each one has done." (1 Corinthians 3:13)