The workers, the harvest: Faith, hope and love has its perfect way.
Awakened to a Lively Hope: The clouds this morning parted like a curtain as the sun neared breaching the horizon; it was cosmic, almost miraculous, almost too perfect, and left in the sky after were joyous downy wisps. “ Be prepared to give a reason for your hope, but do so with gentleness and respect.” “… He removed the scales from [Saul’s] eyes...” Indeed, if we believe in more, then there is something more to be serviced than a fixed object of belief, and it is reflected, filtered into our words, that there is something set and real in the universe, and all is not a dream-- However, in the flesh form, is not truly--communion with God--a walk into a fog of sublimination empowered by faith, trust and love? The end of harvest, in many quarters, with fields turning empty, and many farms turning-in, anticipating the winter season: Historically, there are harvest festivals, in celebration, along with each having its own traditions, such as bonfires and things. ...