As I looked around the park, I noticed the golden evening sun peaking its chin just over the top of the horizon, taking one last peak at creation on this brisk night. On my left, a knobby tree stretched its gnarled branches high into the sky – leafless, a sure sign of the season to come. To my right two young boys are dodging each others’ sticks as they hurl them at each other. One has his bike dumped sideways into the dirt while the other’s sits upright against a tree. The leaves around are singing the song of autumn – reds, yellows, oranges, and even some green yet. And the sky, for its part, stretches like a taut banner spanning the horizon as if it were breathing down the October air in all of its crisp clarity. Down the block two boys are facing each other on the swings – chains twisted sideways – as if to say, “this is how life is lived on days like this.”
It’s Fall. As I turned to the nearest evergreen and plucked out a few needles in my autumn musings, I felt as though this was a thin spot. Eternity and timelessness had wafted its sweet aroma my way and in this moment I felt like I could really sit in the space. It is here that the bold flashes of reality become clear and definite – as if you can feel the Father’s hand of providence firmly carving your way.
Where can you sit in the space?
