It is the very first sign of autumn. Nature tipped in gold. The earth awash in this regal hue, the light cascading in ancient godly shafts. Everything is aglow.
September is a midpoint between the extremes of summer and winter. It is a quiet time, soft and reflective, inviting the presence of God.
Our lives need these times. Interludes, pauses, rest before the harvest. We need time that is simpler, slower, and more serene. Time to catch our breath, reclaim our hope and take a leap of faith.
This golden time bears a message which reveals a truth. It reminds us of Life’s brevity. Indeed, summer always goes by so fast. Summer days appear deceptively lazy, when in fact they sprint the whole season to the finish.
September, with its cool clean air and crisp nights, forecasts Winter’s eventual march to victory. Soon the gold will be swept away, the earth will wince and grow barren. The drifting snow will hide the merry play of Spring beneath the ground.
Our lives are so often caught at these midpoints. They can be paralyzing or invigorating, inviting or with a sense of rejection. There are so many days in the year which never declare themselves as part of a season. These are days in which we are called by God to savor, pay attention and notice all the goodness which is ours.
September. Thirty days of gold, like a sunflower or a wedding band. These days offer time to reflect back and to look forward, to both prepare and let go, to recognize that life requires us to say hello and good-bye all the time, every day.
It is within contradiction where Life finds its magic and becomes the miracle we witness. It is the paradox alone which can carry the great burden of Life. The fact that we are living and dying at the very same time. How strange, yet divine.
And so it is with September. We want to go back to the childlike joys of the first days of summer, to float on our backs in in the pool, take naps in a hammock, drink ice cold lemonade. But we know we must move forward to Winter, with days which will be brutal and cold, or beautifully white and fluffy. Days which hold the blessings of heart and home, ablaze with wondrous memories.
The transition from summer to autumn is like a walk on a high wire. We look back and wish we had never left the safety of the platform. We balance ourselves with a beam of light and faith. We look across the wire to other side. We move, ever so carefully and gingerly, our fear in check, gaining confidence in each step, sensing the joy which awaits us on the other side.
While each platform is the same height, the wire between dips ever so slightly, lower in the middle, so when arriving on the other side, we are certain we’re on higher ground. Once again, September tells the eternal tale of our walk to heaven.
Reverend William R. Grimbol has spent the past 30+ years helping people create and develop strong spiritual connections with loved ones and God. He is also a published author, with over a dozen books to his credit.