Fall has always been my favorite time of year. There is something about the change in the air, especially here in NY, that I just love. I’ve always liked wearing flannel and having extra blankets on the bed.
It’s a been quite a while since I posted. The kids are now in the local public school, enjoying daily, half-day preschool. They are getting quite a kick out of waiting for the bus every day. Usually we wait 10 to 15 minutes outside because they can’t stand to wait inside until closer to bus time.
It was Homecoming and the 125 Anniversary of celebration for Houghton College this past weekend. It was really a great event. The biggest highlight, especially for the kids, was the festivities on the Quad — there was a Ferris wheel and a couple of those giant blow-up slides/obstacle courses. Everything else going on paled in comparison to those (well, with the possible exception of the candy gathered from the parade). (Click on the Flickr box to the left for some images of Homecoming & the kids.)
The biggest thing about Homecoming for me was the general atmosphere of excitement and crowds. Because of our location and the woodland setting, even when college is in session, campus can feel empty and the college’s problems can feel overwhelming. (I know the Lord will provided as long as He wants us here, but the feeling persists if you let it.) With the crowds, laughing children, silly college students, smiling professors (well, mostly smiling) and friends from the community all packed onto campus and enjoying the festivities, cares and concerns seem distant and of less importance.
I’m sure this is one reason why the Lord prescribed Feast Days for his people. There were specific times of gathering, eating, joyously talking and the inevitable silliness that ensues. All of this, when done in the proper context and with the right attitudes, amounts to a kind of worship — taking God at His word and enjoying a feast He Himself has prescribed for us.
Yes, the troubles remain, the problems must be solved. But like a tired worker coming in from the fields, the work can be taken up again with renewed strength after a hearty meal and table fellowship with fellow workers.
Perhaps this is another reason I like the Fall season — it is a time when several feast days are close together; a promise of renewal amidst the falling leaves and failing warmth.







