Driving to Pulmonary rehab today I was reminded of one of the most frequent things said at lunch with other pastors over the years. “Nothing ever seems to change no matter what I say or do.” Its corollary was: “We’re supposed to be catalysts for change, but I don’t know what else to try.”

Just then, as I was reminded of what might be depressing thoughts, we rounded the bend onto a beautiful bank of fall colors…

I I had to chuckle at the moment for it brought a powerful truth to mind that has many times given me courage to try again, to keep imagining the possibilities and not give up on God’s promises:

Spiritual transformations are more often like the subtle change of the seasons than the volcano blowing the top off the mountain.

EVERY season is needed to make the most brilliant colors – the most of what God has given to this life we live. And with those subtle seasonal changes come the diversity of colors that cheer the soul.

Let’s don’t grieve over the passage of time without evidence of major change. Sometimes the changes need to come more slowly to create a deeper and more diverse glory for which only God can be praised.

“Those who sow in tears shall reap with shouts of joy! He who goes out weeping, bearing the seed for sowing, shall come home with shouts of joy, bringing his sheaves with him.” (Psalm 126:5-6 ESV; cf. Isaiah 55:9-11; Mark 4:26-29)