All Saints Sunday, Nov 4, 2018; ICCM; Pastor Rebecca Ellenson; Eccl 3: 1-8
“To everything, turn turn turn. There is a season, turn turn turn, and a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to reap…”
“When true simplicity is gained, to bow and to bend, we will not be ashamed, to turn, turn will be our delight, til by turning, turning we come round right…”
The season has turned. Here we are, in the beginning of a new season in Mazatlan… leaving behind the turning of the leaves, the turning of the sun from the North and arriving here, in the sunshine.
Steve and I left home just over a week ago and all the trees were bare, except a few of the oak trees, holding on to their last rusty brown leaves and the tamarack trees with their golden needles reflecting off the early morning ice on the stream by our house. We drove south, and bit by bit the seasons turned back, more leaves on the branches with each hundred miles until we emerged from the mountains by Durango into the newly rained-on greenery by Villa Union. Continue reading “Transmitters of Grace”