For the past seven years, fall has been my favorite time of the year. I associate with the cool air, the crackle of leaves underfoot, pumpkins, the smell of autumn rain...you know the smell. For me, the past seven years have also associated fall with the beginning of a new academic year of college or seminary. There was something special about a new year of higher education for me. Not high school or lower, though. Summer was THE season then. No question.
So here I am at the beginning of spring wondering if a new favorite is emerging, or re-emerging, for reasons similar to what I associated with fall. Summer was the beginning of my first full-time ministry opportunity last June as I served at my home church. Sunny mornings spent in the church office yakking with whomever happened to wander in, humid afternoons spent visiting shut-ins and the hospitalized, and cool evenings watching an orange sun disappear over the trees while sitting out reading the book of the week. It was a good time, a special time, once again a time of new beginnings, a season marking a new chapter.
It's getting sunny and warm again. As of this typing the sun's turning orange and beginning to hide behind the brush. And ministry, always ministry.
Seasons change, and favorite seasons change, ever bringing new beginnings, ever marking new chapters.
Except winter. Winter's just freaking cold.