Golden

I debated with myself which word to use today. The other one in the running was "skunks." Hard to believe how many skunks bit the dust on my route Sunday morning, I counted four!! very stinky corpses on the road to St. Thomas. Not a good Saturday night for the skunks of southern Ontario. It is hard to feel too much remorse for those poor little creatures when their signature odour lingers with you for miles and miles; and it did.

But the visual won out and overcame the smells. Driving west as the sun was rising behind me and lighting up the hills, the fields, the trees and fence-rows the gold took the prize. Crops are ripe in the fields. Soy beans, grain and corn each glow a different shade of golden. Trees are just beginning to change in this part of the world, but many, many golden leaves are showing up. Of course all that nasty goldenrod (so sorry for all the you allergics) but it is the perfect complement to the deep purple of the asters. This is a great time of year to be on the road.

It was a golden day. I'm always glad to be with the folks in the St. Thomas congregation. They were welcoming each other back home after a busy summer. We enjoyed the fellowship and shared memories, pictures, stories, food. We were thankful for many blessings. Many people of all ages took active part in the morning's activities. We talked about our need to keep practising what kind of congregation we feel called to be.

Are they a perfect congregation? They don't think so, but they want to share generously what they are and what they yet hope to be. And that, I'd say, is golden!

Posted by Marion