Robert Frost wrote, “Not yesterday I learned to know the love of bare November days before the coming of the snow.” “The desolate, deserted trees, the faded earth, the heavy sky.” “These dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; She (my sorrow) loves the bare, the withered tree . . .”
I am so glad we live on a tilted earth. Without the tilt we would live without the seasons. For six years my wife and I lived almost on the equator at 4,000 feet of elevation. It was delightfully the same every day. We never saw it colder than 62 nor warmer than 82. I missed the crispness of 40 degree mornings. I missed the tang of winter on my nose. I missed scoping a thin sheet of ice from the birdbath and peering at the out-of-focus world on the other side.
There are those who describe heaven as a monotonous place of perfect everything. Will we never see the skeletons of maples reaching high above the earth against a gray sky? However, astronomers tell us there are thousands of Goldilocks planets in our galaxy. Surely some are tilted and some will have autumn for us to leaf peep and walk with our feet scuffling through noisy piles of brown leaves.
Eternity is filled with an endless variety for us to be endlessly mentally stimulated to learn and understand the beauty of life. How grand to see layer upon layer into its quarks, hadrons and leptons. God is a scientist and to be like Him is to quest the depth of how and what things are. We know why. That was answered at Calvary. All is for love. There is nothing more profound. Understanding love will be our most intriguing enigma.
Written by Roger Bothwell on November 17, 2015
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