September 17, 2021

September 17, 2021

September 17, 2021

Scott Wilks
Tennessee Valley District

Ecclesiastes 3:1 (NIV)
A Time for Everything

There is a time for everything,
    and a season for every activity under the heavens:


The author of Ecclesiastes wrote (or was it The Byrds in 1965?):
“To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, a time to reap that which is planted.”

While we are still in the season of summer, we can see the first evidence that autumn is right around the corner. We see that what was planted in the spring has been reaped and soon it will be time to till the soil for its long winter’s rest. As was added in the song, it is the process of turn, turn, turning. The turning of seasons. The turning of the soil. The turning of a new phase of life.
Last December, I passed one of those milestones in life. Now don’t laugh at me! It was a big milestone for me. I have noticed since then that some things that were once easy for me are now harder. My memory is less focused and drifts easily. (Why did I go in that room? What was I saying?)
Just like the king that set his throne against the seashore and ordered the tide to stop, I have no choice but to follow the laws of nature. I can’t stop autumn from coming, the tide from rising, nor can I halt the aging process. This is a part of God’s plan for me. 
But back to Ecclesiastes … I have wondered why these milestones seem to be in order from worse to better. The reason I find is that this is God’s nature. One must be born in order to die. One can’t reap what they don’t sow. One doesn’t appreciate laughter until one has wept.
Our lives are filled with wonder, but also some pain. Some feel the effects of that pain more than others (or so they claim). I can’t help but think that someday, after I have done my own suffering – achy joints and the distractions of tinitis – that I will know what true healing is, a healing that comes when this body has felt its last ache, wiped its last runny nose, and garnered that last “bless you.”
In that day I will be given what was promised. I will suffer no more. My tears will be dried, and I will be engulfed in God’s perfect love and perfect joy. What’s a little suffering when we have so much waiting for us at the end of the journey?


Loving God, thank you for the seasons of the year and the changes they bring, and thank you for the seasons of our lives. We are grateful for your eternal presence with us in every season. Amen.