A Season of Extremes
Even though our weather has not betrayed the shift, summer has slipped into fall. We are just now getting the warmth and heat that some craved all summer long. In some ways, it has been a season of extremes. The Pacific North West experienced scorched earth, like never before, with intense heat and forest fires that caused entire communities to flee seeking refuge elsewhere. The province of British Columbia’s fire ban was constantly on “extreme.” In a matter of weeks we watched Hurricane Harvey dump a record amount of rain on Texas, flooding much of Houston. Then came Hurricane Irma, sweeping through the Caribbean and smashing into Florida, followed by Jose, and now we’re still watching Hurricane Maria devastate Porto Rica and a few more islands. Rarely have two category five hurricanes swept through a region so close together. It’s been a season of extremes, and our extreme seems to be on the other end of the spectrum. I used to say that we had a lot of rain this summer, until we watched what a lot of rain looked like in Texas. I have since been describing our summer as being gentle in temperature and lush in growth. For the most part, lawns stayed green and flower gardens flourished. My father in law told us this past week that in all his years of farming, he has never seen a yield in corn as rich and abundant as this. And my father in law should know, as he sold Funk Seed for ten years after retiring from farming. They have over 1000 round bales wrapped in plastic, stacked up behind the barn. We have not heard from fruit growers and farmers in the region of crop damage or storm devastation. In this part of the world, the Atlantic North East, the summer has been extremely good. And the goodness of our extreme is amplified by the harshness of hurricanes elsewhere, by the food shortage and famines experienced in other parts of the globe. It’s not that much unlike kingdom eyes that are able to witness and dance in the grace and Lordship of our Lord Jesus Christ, sadly listening to and watching those who have no clue of Christ’s reign and God’s hand over all. We begin a new season called Fall, as followers of Jesus living our lives in gratitude and Thanksgiving extreme.