What is it about crisp, cool weather that brings out the joy in me? Take away the humidity and this part of the world is a testimony to deep thinking and meditation.
This morning, for example, we had an ample breakfast with toast, fried eggs and turkey bacon as well as a couple cups of strong coffee. After a bit of late night with high school football, it was a great way to start an autumn Saturday morning.
I wonder what it was like for, say, David as he sat out to watch his sheep or later in life to lead his people? The temperatures in Israel aren't much different than our own, except for the aforementioned humidity that I never noticed when I was there in winter.
I imagine David, as the fragrence of breakfast drifted away from the fires of morning, sat waiting, watching and wondering what the day would bring. The fire smoke wafted into the Jerusalem sky as the morning's reds, pinks and lavender's colored the thoughts of the king. Battle came in the spring. Fall? Fall was for building, or rebuilding the walls to make them more secure.
Or watching children playing in the hard streets of the city. Or going to temple. Or simplying being.
David wrote of his God, and his world, and his day, "O my soul, bless God. From head to toe, I'll bless his holy name! O my soul, bless God, don't forget a single blessing! He forgives your sins—every one. He heals your diseases—every one. He redeems you from hell—saves your life! He crowns you with love and mercy—a paradise crown. He wraps you in goodness—beauty eternal.He renews your youth—you're always young in his presence."
Always young in his presence.
Aches? Gone.
Pains? Gone.
Worries? Nada.
Most importantly, sins? Gone. Washed away by the lamb's blood.
Don't forget a single blessing, he wrote. A morning's fire, kids running around squealing, playing, with joy exceeding even the blessing of a new day.
It's a new day. A fall day. A day God has made. Let us rejoice in it, feeling the blood of youth pouring through our tired veins.
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