Sunday morning

This morning, as I made my way to church, I had my first encounter with this season's morning frost. I did not expect it. I had not heard of its prediction. It was just there. There is an acute certainty that the fall is fully upon us when the frost arrives. There is a physical realization of our ultimate vulnerability to nature when the cold creeps across the landscape and leaves a faint shroud behind. I am good with that. Too often it seems we think ourselves invulnerable, immutable, invincible. I know I am none of these things; however, hubris is a strong narcotic. So God paints the landscape with a glistening shimmer and we are reminded, as the cold grips our flesh, we are only human. Soon the bone-chilling cold and the winds from the west will add an exclamation point to this lesson. I am good with that.