Golden Grace

 

Golden glow.

Yes, the leaves on the trees are in the middle of their seasonal transformation. Oh, how glorious! Greens are fading fast; yellows, russets and golden tones light up the branches as they strain towards the sky, turning trees to vibrant torches.

Across the browning grass, a carpet of these beautiful leaves thickens day by day.

As I walked through the house this morning, I noticed more than just the fall array on the trees and bushes outside: there was a golden glow in the air itself. Somehow the season’s colourful array is reflected in the atmosphere. There was a softness, a splendour, a majestic matte of golden light.

There’s a lot of talk right now about kings and kingship. Images of golden crowns. Misplaced – tragically misplaced.

‘The One enthroned in heaven laughs … then he rebukes them in his anger…Therefore, you kings, be wise; be warned, you rulers of the earth.’

The earth is the Lord’s. The heavens declare the glory of the Lord. Even the atmosphere glows with the golden grace and reflects the loving power of the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.

Worship him, and him only.