THE SEASONS & WHAT THEY SAY

Four seasons every year. Each has their very own sights, sounds, smells and story...

Spring is a collage of stirring black soil and sprouting green life. It echoes with the sweet songs of a thousand returning birds. Its fragrances are a heady mix of budding foliage and scented flowers. Its story...? every year, the same great narrative of hope rising from the fact it has once more slain the great white dragon of winter.

Summer is a big fat juicy chunk of life which arrives in bold colors, like blazing orange suns and bright blue skies. The sounds of summer are the robins during the day and the crickets at night. As for what is smells like, well summers smell a little like heaven come to earth with all its flaming incense. Its story...? every year it unfolds like the pages of the greatest story ever told.

Fall is nature's grand funeral of browns, crimsons and yellows. It's a chorus of harvest sounds as the earth's bounties are gathered in the fields from where they will travel to the tables. As for its aroma, fall is a liturgy of pungent perfumes rising up from every part of the dying land. Its story...? every year this is the season which reminds us that God's beauty in the spring and summer is not only meant to be appreciated, but to be reaped.

Winter is many things to many people. Cold and barren, yet there is a crystalline beauty to its mornings and a silent whiteness to its nights. The sounds of the season are children laughing in the snow and waiting for the Santa. The smell of winter is something you imbibe more than just inhale. Its story...? the world is pausing to honor its God as it gears up for the next new year to which His children hope to again participate.

Four seasons. Every year. Right on time. They hardly seem like an accident....