Another glorious day! October paints fine art. Serenity and peace. Life is as good as we allow it to be. We look for the pot of gold at our front door. Such a life. What an adventure. ‘Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but when the desire comes, it is a tree of life.’ We sit under the Tree. The acorns fall, and we know not from whence they came. Good things happen, and we continue to eat of the bounty and look not for our benefactor. We are called upon to let go. Spending the bulk of our lives acquiring, we now have to release. It is all a dream. As we rode the carousel, we reached for the brass ring. When we grasped it in our hot little hand, we rejoiced. Now we were in the game. Now we were players. The world was our oyster.

I have a new Outback Leather Hat. I like its wide brim. I strike a peculiar look. I am at home with the preculiarity. That is me. I am a little off center. I think a bit differently than some. I noticed Pastor Kerry this Sunday and thought, ‘What a good guy.’ Simply a good human being. I appreciate all he has done for our little congregation. His brilliant sense of humor has lightened my load. He has an infectious smile. To know him is to understand the joy of being a Christian. He retires at the end of the year, and I will miss him.

A good pastor is a gift from God. Someone who brings the Christian message as Jesus intended. Christian life is refreshing and rejuvenating when lived as Christ taught. Fall brings a spring in the step. We spy with our little eye the holidays. A time for renewal and reflection. Where have we been and where are we going?

‘I am excited about the fall bonfire,’ Chet exclaimed. ‘We will be dressed in our Halloween costumes and playing our Halloween roles,’ Chet noted. ‘Of course I will be the Lost In Space Robot,’ Chet winked. ‘I am excited that Billy B will play Dr. Smith,’ Chet noted. ‘We will land on Alpha Centauri and have a dialogue with the inhabitants of the planet,’ Chet laughed. ‘Of course, Dr. Smith will proclaim, ‘Oh, the Pain.’Will Robinson will rescue us from the ensuing battle, and I will say, ‘That does not compute,’ Chet said. ‘ The aliens’ costumes will look like they were purchased at the Ben Franklin Dime Store,’ Chet laughed. ‘The budget for Lost In Space was always wanting,’ Chet winked.

‘Where are we?’ Will Robinson asked. ‘We have landed in Roswell, New Mexico, on the planet Earth,’ the Robot answered. ‘Before us a Flying Saucer that followed us down and crashed on the approach to Roswell,’ the Robot continued. ‘We are in 1947,’ the Robot continued. ‘Mr. Mac Brazel is here asking questions,’ the Robot reported. ‘This is his property,’ the Lost In Space Robot said matter-of-factly. ‘Mac has already seen the little aliens with big heads and big black eyes,’ the Robot noted. ‘Jesse Marcel believes the flying saucer and the little Grey Men are extraterrestrial, the Robot intoned. ‘This will be covered up by the military at this time due to the government not admitting their knowledge of life on other planets,’ the Robot assured.

‘Where are you from?’ Dr. Smith asked the Greys. ‘Are you from Alpha Centauri?’ Dr. Smith asked. ‘I stowed away on the ship and we left Earth five years ago,’ Dr. Smith asked. ‘You look like Alpha Centaurians, ‘ Dr. Smith observed. ‘Your eyes are kind and large,’ Dr. Smith observed with a smile.

‘We have come to warn the inhabitants of Earth,’ Grey Alien said. ‘We come in peace,’ Grey Alien continued. ‘We are creatures of peace,’ GA informed. ‘What you seek surrounds you,’ GA informed. ‘War is not the answer,’ GA said. ‘Bombs are not the answer,’ GA said. ‘Peace is the answer,’ GA promised.