One look out my window today proves that fall has arrived. I’ve got a yard full of dead leaves to prove it as they’ve officially made the “fall” from their trees to the ground. I love this season. It’s my favorite time of the year.
Fall is the season of death. The leaves die. The grass dies. The long summer days die. The warm weather dies. Following their deaths, all these things will be buried for the duration of the winter. Then will come spring, the season of new life.
I don’t know what it says about me that fall is my favorite season of the year. A psychologist might tell me it means that I’m more into death than life. Then again, it might be as simple as me hating bees, mosquitoes, gnats, ticks, and hot weather. Or since I love baseball, maybe my mind subconsciously associates fall with the Major League playoffs and World Series. For that matter, since October 3rd is my birthday, I don’t necessarily associate fall with death anyway. I associate it with life, at least mine. Take that, Mr. Psychologist.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 is one of my favorite passages of scripture. I reference it often. The passage’s opening two verses say:
To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven: A time to be born, And a time to die…. (N.K.J.V.)
Perhaps today, as you read this short post, there is something in your life that needs to die. Maybe that something is a pet sin. Maybe it’s a relationship that isn’t God’s will for you. Maybe it’s a mindset that isn’t pleasing to God. Maybe it’s a course of action that you’ve started that God never wants you to finish. Maybe it’s something else. Whatever it is, there is no better time of year to put it to death. If you think about it, God’s symbolism for the death is seen all around us right now.