When fall flares up in Michigan, the tree riot with an exuberant dance. The cascade of vibrant ecstatic color breaking through spruce green in surprising fashion is striking. I’m always intrigued by fall. Because, the reality is that the trees are in the process of fading into dormancy. But rather than mourn, they put on their Sunday best.
Yes, the leaves which are momentarily resplendent will soon fall loose from their anchors and nest in the fodder of the earth. But, they don’t do so quietly. No! In Michigan the trees seem to throw a party that says, we’re celebrating with gusto. And instead of shrinking into oblivion, they shock us with the most exquisite display of the glory of life in all its various shades.
Thinking of how much we can learn from trees and nature. They are silent witnesses to the glory of God, but yet they speak. The scripture tells us that they (the trees of the field) will clap their hands as they watch us go out with joy. (Isaiah 55:12) So when the wind blows and the branches of the trees sway or shake as the brisk cool air of fall surrenders to the harshness of winter, I think about that phrase as I imagine the conversation taking place between God and nature about us.
Text for Isaiah 55: 11-13 “So will My word be which goes forth from My mouth; It will not return to Me empty, Without accomplishing what I desire, And without succeeding in the matter for which I sent it. 12“For you will go out with joy And be led forth with peace; The mountains and the hills will break forth into shouts of joy before you, And all the trees of the field will clap their hands. 13“Instead of the thorn bush the cypress will come up, And instead of the nettle the myrtle will come up, And it will be a memorial to the LORD, For an everlasting sign which will not be cut off.” – New International Version