October is a month for the eyes. The hillsides ablaze. Bright golds and oranges. Crimson and apple red. Cobalt and cerulean skies. Lemony suns.
November is much more about smells. Wood fires and smoke. The scent of the harvest. The aroma of football. Hot coffees and ciders and chocolate. Soups and stews and stuffing. Turkey. Nutmeg. Brandy. Merlot. It is a month of reaping the perfumes of giving thanks.
Life is sensual. Nature lies in wait to arouse us. Please stop and see. Notice. Pay attention. Listen up. Listen hard. Be a soul of good taste. Know when something stinks or smells like the Holy Spirit. Be in touch. Get in touch. Savor a touching moment or two or three.
The Prodigal Son came to his senses and headed home. So should we. Home to our Selves, our souls, and our God. Home -- where we belong and are accepted and where it is just fine to be ordinary. Home -- which overlooks the flaw, erases the mistake, and wipes the slate clean on a daily basis. Home -- where there is nothing to prove. Home – where Grace is easily found.
This holiday season will be scented with Grace. Every one of your five senses will explode with that good news. So, come to your senses. Come home to your life and to Life itself. Head home. For God’s sake. Come to your senses and hit the road. You know the way. There is a guide at your side. You won’t need a map. Just follow your nose.
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.