If This Is Autumn, What Was Summer?

Writer Author  Rev. James L. Snyder
Christian Column : Christian Living  - Fiction  No

Christian Author Writer I must confess that in the Parsonage there are times of confusion. It has nothing to do with age; it has everything to do with the human brain that is undernourished.

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage can say one thing and I can say something completely different. There are those rare occasions when we are on the same page, the same sentence and almost the same words.

As we were eating breakfast the other day, my wife stopped and said, “Do you know this is the first day of autumn?”

“If it’s autumn,” I said quite seriously, “why is it still so hot outside?” The last three weeks the temperature has been in the 90s and the heat index was over 100. That is really hot.

Looking at her, I said, “It sure doesn’t feel like autumn does it?” She agreed with me, which was quite an accomplishment on my side of the table.

I did not realize how serious the heat was. I was going Wednesday morning to a local elementary school to participate in the “Pray around the Pole.” It was the first thing in the morning so I decided not to have breakfast before I went, but rather go to my favorite restaurant for breakfast after the event.

About eight of the teachers had gathered around the pole along with a resource officer. We gathered in a circle, held hands and began to pray. Many of them prayed and my job was to close the session in prayer.

As they began praying, I felt a little odd. Now my wife will tell you that it is not just a feeling; I am odd. But my blonde roots were beginning to manifest itself and I was feeling a little dizzy.

Then, it came time to close the session in prayer. I cannot remember what I prayed because every word that came out of my mouth felt weird and odd. I was getting dizzy and I was thinking to myself, “Just don’t fall down.”

When we were done praying one of the teachers looked at me and said, “Are you all right? Your face looks flushed.”

The more I stood there the wobblier my legs got. Finally, one of the teachers said, “Let’s take him inside and get him some water.” In the meantime, one called my wife to come and get me.

As it was, I was having a heat stroke. I never had such a thing before in my life. I think I heard of them, but I did not know what they were.

As I was collecting myself a little bit, my wife and granddaughter arrived to take me home. They would not let me drive my own vehicle. Don’t tell anybody, but I sure was glad. I am not sure I could have driven that vehicle out of the parking lot.

During my recovery, I could not help but think of an incident with Jesus in the midst of the storm. “And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm” (Mark 4:39).

You cannot always select the “storm” in your life, but you can always trust Jesus to get you through it.

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