It’s FALL! Glorious FALL! Beautiful FALL!
There are no other seasons like it. Except maybe Spring a little because of the similarities in temperature. And some Summer nights can be Fall-like. And occasionally there will be a mild stretch of weather in the Winter that is similar to Fall as well.
Maybe the other seasons are somewhat similar to Fall. But Fall is still better.
Here are four alliterated reasons why (I’m still a pastor at heart–alliteration is what we do):
1. Flannel. After a long, flannel-less Summer, flannel makes a come back. I wore my first flannel shirt of the season on Saturday. It was like wearing happiness. I don’t know what fabric the Shroud of Turin is made out of, but since it was left behind I can guarantee it wasn’t flannel.
2. Football. When I think of Fall, I think of football. There is nothing like watching big, fat guys a few cheeseburgers away from full-blown heart disease pushing on each other while smaller, quicker guys try to move the football past other smaller, quicker guys. In my more lucid moments I can see the silliness of it all, but it still gets my heart rate up when I watch it. And for me, that counts as exercise.
3. Foliage. I’m a 6’7”, 300lb man. Who just happens to love pretty colors. I like looking at pretty colors, not wearing them. My wardrobe features various shades of brown. But I do enjoy seeing the leaves change color and the dramatic differences from one week to the next are often breathtaking.
And the most important reason I like Fall is….
I was born in Fall–October 7th to be exact. While this is important, there is something even more important that took place during this season.
I was born again in Fall. For some reason, I always have a hard time remembering the exact date. So I usually have to look it up. It happened on the night of the Presidential Election in 1988. The elder George Bush won that night, but I consider myself an even bigger winner. Because of Jesus, I gained victory over sin and death.
In addition, I submitted to God’s call on my life to preach in Fall. That was in 1997. There have been a few heartaches as I have tried to honor the Savior by proclaiming the Gospel, but the blessings here and those in the life to come are far greater.
While flannel, football, and foliage are good reasons to like this season, it is what has happened to me in the realm of faith that really makes Fall stand out above the rest.
I was born in Fall, born again in Fall, and answered the call to preach in Fall.
And all of those things happened because of God’s good sovereignty.
I love Fall, but I love God even more.
What is your favorite season and why?
What is your favorite fabric? And if it isn’t flannel–what’s wrong with you?