Our Indian summer delights our eyes with these wonderful colors, these temperatures close to late spring. Soon winter will make us folding our coat collars up over our necks and gloves on our hands.
Among this splendor offered to us by God, we begin to be aware of the time flying, and the dance of the leaves sometimes sounds like a sad, slow waltz. Some of our friends passed away this year, and we miss them terribly. Our sorrow can be tamed only by the idea that they are in peace with God, in a place where time is infinite.
Our church is here to be warm together, to share with each other, like we were thousands of years ago in the middle of a cold night. There is a light in our heart that makes hope shine, and love feeding our faith.
May you remember that all are welcome to worship our Savior and share the beauty and the tragedy of the world.