Welcoming Fall is always my favorite. I can’t wait for it to get cold—the sweaters, boots, bonfires, s’mores, hot chais, crisp air, and colorful trees. Everything about fall is my most favorite!
I’m holding on to hope that F. Scott Fitzgerald’s words really will root themselves in our insane reality: “Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
I love the idea of life starting over again. I think that’s innate to human nature–people love new beginnings—that’s why people move to new and make new friends. There’s something about a fresh start that just always feels so good. The cold, crisp weather of the changing seasons offers some kind of a new life, even as leaves fall and die, we breathe in something so New and Good in that shift. New life is always birthed out of some sort of death, which is why the reset of the cooler months seems to speak New Life into our tired, busier selves.
I love that the mornings are cooler and the leaves are starting to change–death and rebirth.
I think of the seed that must die for the plant to take root and grow–death is a prerequisite to life. It’s ingrained in the fabric of the fall. From the moment Eve stopped believing God was Enough and Good and True, every redemptive story had to include the sacrifice of something or someone. Jesus’s sacrifice was the ultimate story of this Life out of Death because He, as Life Itself, allowed the defeat of Death to overcome Him in order that we all might be reborn out of that Final Death.
The cold, the change, the dark, it all came with the Cross–the Death, it came with the Cross. But we look forward to knowing that the beginning of this Death is the potent promise of Life. We see the seasons change and the temperature drop, and it’s not a hopeless look toward short, dark winter days–it’s a promise, that this seasonal death is a reminder of the Eternal Promise and Sacrifice that covers us.
A lot of things in our lives have forcibly died in the last few months. A lot of things have also grown, changed, gotten better. We are entering a season that mirrors a lot of our experiences in the last few months—death and rebirth.
“For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.” (Isaiah 43:19)
Where things seem grim, empty, dry, and hopeless, God is often doing something in a manner that our finite perspectives cannot begin to understand or expect.
The seasons are turning—things are always moving and changing. Our lives are constantly filled with sharp turns and unforeseen circumstances. And at the end of the day, as things fall away, change, die, and are reborn, we need to remember the Hope that lies ahead.
So, really for us as believers, death signals Life because Death has been defeated.
So enjoy the fall, and remember all the good things that the falling leaves signal. There is always new life.