(Originally written for The Baldwin Bulletin: Pastor's Column October 20, 2021) A voice says, “Cry!” And I said, “What shall I cry?” All flesh is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field. The grass withers, the flower fades when the breath of the LORD blows on it; surely the people are grass. The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever. (Isaiah 40:6-8) As I’m writing this, it’s a dreary, damp, gusty afternoon. A chill is in the air, and the leaves on the trees are changing to shades of yellow. The cornfield beyond them continues to brown as it nears being ready to harvest. I love this time of year! I love taking drives to see the fall colors. I love that the hot, sticky days of summer are gone. I don’t mind that the season to follow brings all that white stuff and the promise of ice fishing…but let’s stick with fall for a few more weeks! You know as well as I do that as beautiful as the foliage is, it’s a sign of the leav
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