Today I noticed how the sweetgums and poison ivies are taking their habitual lead in donning autumn attire, flaming out from among their more reticent deciduous neighbors.
Is this a case, I wonder, of God giving more honor to those that lack honor?
Whether it is or no, each fall I’m stunned by this glory of what is being brought to an end. (How much more, then, will what is permanent have glory?)
And as I think of that, I’m reminded of this quote from C. S. Lewis’ The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, which I noticed a Facebook friend sharing earlier this week: ” . . . when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead . . . Death itself would start working backwards.”
Every time I read that last bit, I get excited. Jesus Christ was killed in our — the traitors’ — stead, fulfilling and yet overturning the age-old order of things, reversing the death-sentence under which we once walked and granting the glory of permanent life as adopted children of God to all who believe in Him.
I notice that this is more glorious than the sweetgums.
©2014 by Stacy Nott