I'm one of those 'every season' type people. There are parts of Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter that I appreciate and enjoy. The beauty of the leaves over the past several weeks has been astounding. We are blessed to live in an area where there is a plethora of differnt types of trees with the benefit of a wide variety of colors during Fall. It is a glorious display of God's creativity.

And yet, the leaves are changing color because they are dying. Death, we are told in Scripture, is the curse of sin (1 Corinthians 15:56) and sin is not the way things are supposed to be. But even in death, the glory of God can be displayed - in no greater way, of course, than in the death of Jesus (John 17:4-5). At the cross, God took the repulsiveness of death and turned it into a vehicle to glorify Himself while bringing us great hope through faith in Jesus.

The leaves falling off the trees are just a picture of this truth...

2 comment(s) for “God in the Week - Glory in Death”

• 1. Brett Z on Sunday, November 1, 2009 at 10:42 PM

  Great observation! One could argue that the seasons themselves are a recurring picture and reminder of Jesus life, death, and resurrection.
  
  Even though we (including myself here) may sometimes feel like we don't know where to start when sharing the significance of Jesus' life, death, and resurrection with others, he really has given us a huge amount of material to work with in the way He has ordered the universe.

• 2. Thomas Ross on Monday, November 16, 2009 at 7:55 PM

  I am not called to display my love for Christ in some grandiose exposition. He calls me to be a quiet, humble and obedient servant unassuming in my nature but complete in His holiness. There is sweet and safe communion between my Shepherd and His own because He knows me and I know Him.
    
  When I am lonely and feeling down,    
  I look at life and see His crown,
  What emotions are on display,
  When I see His splendor in full array.
  
  Twas God who gave mankind His love,   
  When we deserved His wrath above,
  He sent His Son who bore our hate,
  We should have gotten our own fate.
  
  I give Him nothing in return,
  Sometimes His laws I even spurn,
  Yet His love for me is always there,
  His clothes of righteousness I wear.
  
  O what a King that He should die,
  And give it all for me and my,
  He saved my soul from eternal hell,
  And inside of me the Lord does dwell.
  
                   Thomas Ross