Monday, October 8, 2012

Changing Colors: Reflections on a New Season

Praise the Lord!
Praise God in his sanctuary;
Praise him in his mighty heavens!
Praise him for his mighty deeds;
Praise him according to his excellent greatness!
Praise him with trumpet sound;
Praise him with lute and harp!
Praise him with tambourine and dance;
Praise him with strings and pipe!
Praise him with sounding cymbals;
Praise him with loud clashing cymbals!
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord!

(Psalm 150)

You would think the writer of Scripture's final psalm had some sort of repetition problem, or a redundancy dilemma, or an issue with saying the same thing over and over again. But perhaps he or she is making a point. Perhaps this is a truth that bears repeating.

The only proper response to God for who He is and what He has done is worship.


Adoration. Exaltation. Glory. Awe. Gratitude. Humility.

I now live in Langley, British Columbia. It's beautiful and green and lush and smells of earth and life. There are mountains and rivers and bridges and trees. And people. Wonderful people, the kind that open their home and their hearts and invite you and your family into their embrace and offer their very selves.

This has been a good transition, but it has not been an easy one. The best adventures are always filled with difficulties and trials. Even the mundane trials, like "creating a new bank account" or "finding my way home on unknown roads without my iPhone map," have proven to be quite stressful. I miss the familiar and comfortable. Without exaggeration, I am beginning to realize that this is the most difficult and ambitious thing I have ever done in my life.

Yet we are exactly where Jesus has called us to be.

This is where I want to be in every chapter of this story. Jesus is the Divine Author, and He's a better writer than I. (Or "me." Not sure on the grammar. See what I mean? He's better.)

Today is Canada's Thanksgiving. It's a day meant to focus our attention and affection on how we've been blessed by the gifts we've been given. I offer praise to the God who gives every good and perfect gift from above.

The leaves are changing colors, transforming into vibrant reds and oranges before fluttering to the earth. It's a new season. New life. New people to love. New community to serve. New ideas and thoughts to write. New adventures to experience. Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.

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