One of the joys of running in the early morning is observing the subtle changes as night becomes day. During pre-dawn, the sky may be inky black if the moon is new, or illuminated with silvery light if it is full. Cool, crisp days of winter slowly change into the steamy sauna of summer. Today it was foggy, and thus quiet, except for the slap of my shoes against the pavement.
Fall is a season of charming colors and crisp, cool temperatures. Yet, such beauty is accompanied by a sense of melancholy. With the end of summer, flowers fade and plants wither; days grow shorter and nights longer. Winter looms.
Are we seizing the fleeting opportunities of life? “He who gathers in summer is a son who acts wisely, but he who sleeps in harvest is a son who acts shamefully” (Prov. 10:5). Speaking of Judah’s spiritual neglect, Jeremiah said, “Harvest is past, summer is ended, and we are not saved” (Jer. 8:20). May such hauntingly sad words never be said concerning us. Pursue diligence. Serve while there is time and opportunity. In the words of the Roman poet Horace, “Carpe diem,” seize the day!