I love this time of year. Writing in the cool of the autumn evening is inspiring. I look out on the pond and am reminded of Maine. We are called to greatness. At times challenges obscure the mission. Hope reigns supreme when we can peer through the veil. ‘For now, we see through a glass darkly: but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.’ I Corinthians 13:12

I saw a popular newscaster on television who looked different from his usual flawless visage. He had not had time to visit the makeup room. We often want to emulate those in the media and movies due to their flawless appearance. It is a bit like the clown at the circus; they do not always look that way.

A quest is to discover the reality of living. A family of crows was watching me today at the Woods. They were unafraid. They had seen me before. I knew them and they knew me.

Influencers are big. They control many likes. Their polished performance provides a facsimile of what their fans desire. Instead of respect, there is ‘Bling.’ Instead of love, there is sex. As Prince Charles said of his then-wife Diana he loved her, ‘Whatever love means…’

The faith of our mothers and fathers has become a dark image in the mirror of our lives. It has morphed into politics and that of hate, not hope. God’s love has become more gold diamonds and expensive homes and cars. You may be in the Christian Club but are you in the Christian Clique?

The crows know winter is coming. They live in the house on the land that God gave them. The mystery is real. Searchers we are. Humility is a gift. Read the words with your heart and not your head. A cool breeze we are. A cloud on the horizon. Rain falling on a thirsty Earth. Light in a clay pot.

The Clay Pot is cracked. The light is brilliant. Oh…what a magnificent Clay Pot and a compelling light…