Ahhh, summer in Seattle. Some sixty summers ago four frat brothers at the U of Washington began singing together in 1956. One of their early hits describes life’s seasons:
‘Twas so good to be young then in the season of plenty
When the catfish were jumping as high as the sky
A time just for planting, a time just for plowing
A time to be courting a girl of your own
‘Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth
And to stand by your wife at the moment of birth
A time to be reaping, a time to be sowing
A time just for living, a place for to die
T'was so good to be young then, to be close to the earth
Now the green leaves of summer are calling me home
Oh how we scramble and joust to achieve independence, dominance, pleasure, satisfaction and peace. Where can we find true, lasting, dependable meaning for our brief, human existence?
Jesus answers, “I have come so they (whoever believes in me) can have real and eternal life, more and better life than they ever dreamed of.”
Are you ready for your dreams to come true in this season of your life?