Lately, I have been struck by the changing seasons I feel in the air and wind all around me. The days around here have felt like summer, while the nights and mornings have the cool crispness of the coming fall. This glorious temperature and visual metamorphosis from summer to fall in the mountains is probably my favorite time of the year. It gives me a chance to savor the adventures of the warm summer months while looking forward to the fresh fall journey ahead and delight in the feel of both seasons within each day. It is joyfully inspired by this wind of changing seasons that I write you about the past, present and future seasons of small group life at Aspen Ridge Church.
Christmas and the New Year are times for gifts and new things. And while the materialistic culture around us would like to focus on bright, shiny, new toys for women, men, girls and boys, the beauty of the season from Christianity’s perspective are the gifts that last forever.
“Thanks man!” came his smiling response as we shook hands. We then exchanged a few sentences of small talk that I can’t remember, before he spoke the words I’ll never forget. The words he said next were simple, yet so sincere. Friendly yet fearless. They were powerful and felt providential.