Hidden Treasures

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Today a local farmer harvests his sun-dried corn from our field.  The combine rumbles down the rows, cuts and collects the corn, and chops up the stalks and leaves for silage. He works diligently all morning. In the late morning I realize the homey hum of distant machinery has stopped. Must be lunch time. I grab a bite to eat, too. When the tractor turns over, I resume my house work and the farmer begins plowing. I’m not sure who’s happier when the field work is finished… him or me. He’s smiling as he drives past the house on his way home with his feed. I’m smiling as I slip on my old boots and head out to the freshly-plowed field.

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Shrouded Glory

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Tonight a shekinah moon casts midnight shadows on the frosted lawn.  Not many moons are this brilliant.  The heavy, white frost accentuates the light, bouncing it back into silent night.  As I stand and watch, the moon is momentarily shrouded by a passing cloud   The thin veil erases the grass’ frosty glimmer and obliterates the stark shadows.  But only for a moment.  Before long the cloud slips silently on, once again unveiling the moon’s full glory.  The cloud may have momentarily masked the moonlight, but it could not diminish it.  It shown as brightly when cloud-covered as it does now.  I just couldn’t see it.

God’s shekinah glory is no different.  It shines with brilliant intensity today as it did yesterday and as it will for all eternity.  I just can’t see it.  Oh, I get a glimpse of it on occasion in the color of a sunset, or the feel of a newborn’s soft skin, or the smell of a hemlock forest after a spring rain.  But His full glory is masked by a protective veil that could never diminish its beauty.

I wonder what it will be like to see God in all His glory, clothed in majesty.  A rare few  were granted the privilege on this side of heaven.  God at the burning bush, he hid his face.  Isaiah was utterly humbled, Ezekiel fell on his face, and John fell as if dead when he saw God’s full glory.  What a wonderful, and terrible, and awesome, and fearsome thing to see.

“Seraphim stood above Him, each having six wings: with two he covered his face, and with two he covered his feet, and with two he flew.  And one called out to another and said,

“Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord of hosts, The whole earth is full of His glory.” And the foundations of the thresholds trembled at the voice of him who called out, while the temple was filling with smoke.  (Isaiah 6:2-4)

One day God’s glory, unveiled, will fill all the heavens and the earth.  On that day, at the name of Jesus every knee will bow, of those who are in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.  (Philippians 2:10,11)  And when God establishes His eternal kingdom, His glory will shine unveiled forever.   “And the city has no need of the sun or of the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God has illumined it, and its lamp is the Lamb.” (Revelation 21:23)

Changing Seasons

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Today a flock of geese congregates on the pond. They honk their nasal greeting at some stragglers flying overhead. The pair in flight lowers their flaps and puts down their landing gear. They bank and glide, catching the wind at just the right angle to slow their approach. Their feet hit the watery runway. They ski into the flock, pulling in their flaps as they come to a complete stop. The noisy greetings fade.

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Crushed to God’s Glory

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Today I hunt for wild grapes. The vines are everywhere, climbing fences and trees and boulders along the wild country roads. Many of the vines are bare. But some have clusters of tiny purple grapes, miniatures of their cultivated cousins. A couple of light frosts have made them as sweet as they’re going to get… which is not very sweet. They’re far too tart to eat plain. But they make excellent jelly. I fill several ice cream pails and head home.

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Special Edition: Traveling Together

Today I watch spent leaves fall and flit away on the breeze. No longer anchored to their respective trees, they whirl wistfully below a steel blue sky threatening to pour out its soggy contents. Eventually they land. Chances are, however, they haven’t found their final resting places yet. Unless their footing is firm, they’ll tumble along with passing winds until a strong rain pins them down.

As I walk along, enjoying the leaf shower, God brings Ephesians 4:14-15 to mind. Paul is explaining that Christ equips His followers so we corporately bring glory to God and spur one another on to maturity when we exercise our spiritual gifts. Then he says, “As a result, we are no longer to be children, tossed here and there by waves and carried about by every wind of doctrine, by the trickery of men, by craftiness in deceitful scheming; but speaking the truth in love, we are to grow up in all aspects into Him who is the head, even Christ”

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Is it Worship?

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Today baby blue sky melds with steel blue water on a hazy horizon. Sometimes the lake looks angry with a gray canopy suspended low over crashing whitecaps. But today a cluster of cotton-ball clouds slowly crosses the seemingly endless expanse of Lake Superior. Gentle waves tumble water-worn stones over sandy shoreline with rhythmic precision. I sit and listen to the soothing sound of rocks rolling like a gentle rain. The scent of fish-infused water mingles with the earthy smell of sun-soaked sand. Seagulls scream as they drift past and sandpipers scamper along water’s edge, darting in and out to the beat of the waves.

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Autumn’s Aroma

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Today the temperature says summer but the aroma says autumn.  Though it’s unseasonably warm, the air is fall-scent infused. I soak in the sweet, musty smell of fading flowers mingled with sun-drenched leaves and pine windfall baking in the hot sun. It’s the smell that takes me back to jumping in leaf piles and making playhouses from fall’s litter.

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