The Trees Clap Their Hands

I am sitting looking out my office window. It is October here in northeastern Ohio and there may not be a more beautiful place in the world. The trees are on ablaze with the glory of God. It is autumn that reminds me of the seasons each year. Summer lulls me to sleep and then all of a sudden the weather changes and the leaves explode with one last gasp of life and then they begin to fall to the earth. And it is this moment each year that reminds me that God has placed a pattern of death and resurrection into the very fabric of my world. "The heavens declare the glory of God. Day by day pours forth speech" so says the psalmist. Indeed! Today the forests heave outside my window and by next week the leaves will fall and the earth will fall into a sleep. Each year death has it's way with the earth beginning with autumn and going through winter. But, it happens every year, spring finally comes. Flowers will push their ways up through the ground and the buds of trees will appear and overnight burst into leaves and all the world will be alive again. It is the pattern of our Savior. It is the voice of God remindin us of His love that leads to life. Don't miss it today. Look at the trees, drink in the beauty, recognize that winter is coming but see the pattern. See the cross even in the trees and lift up your voice to join with the heavens in declaring the glory of God.