Revitalize Your Church

In springtime my early years were budding with grand elation adding every birthday celebration. But on this third of October ripening past forty eight I understand, the starting line, in light of heaven's gate. And I can now identify and feel the "why" of Autumn's golden trees. I see my life for what has passed And what yet needs to be. If life's span is measured for a man by his father's longivity there's not but left a little more than score for me. At forty eight, I celebrate the splendid state where summer joy and cold repose embrace. My life is mostly green, but beautified by orange and gold reflections in the stream. Another year, another leaf has fallen softly to the earth-- a whisper of mortality and hope's eternal birth. "How Beautiful! "How Beautiful!" "This is my favorite season!"

I'm in bed, under the weather -- trying to feel better. Clay Cross came to town, and did a concert last night at our church. Today, he and his wife, Renee, are holding a marriage conference, and I'm in bed, under the weather -- trying to feel better. I'm really disappointed to miss these special events. Our church planter, Ben Kidder, is scheduled to preach tomorrow, so at least I don't have that hanging over my head right now. However, I'm scheduled to fly to North Carolina tomorrow afternoon for a week of teaching, and that won't be too much fun if I'm still under the weather.