As I sat on my deck on an overcast December afternoon, I watched the bare limbs on our cluster of hardwood trees. Dark limbs reached upward towards hovering clouds that threatened showers. Although arrival of astrological Winter had passed, the weather was balmy. Just a week earlier, we had wrapped waterpipes because of a hard freeze. The weather is oscillating between warm and winter temperatures.
I began ruminating over the past months; those same trees had been lush with rich green leaves, ,abundant acorns, and hickory nuts. Squirrels scampering over the ground leaping onto the trees had tantalized our Corgi, frustrating her as they dashed to safety. Now a scant scattering of lingering leaves was accompanied by an abandoned squirrel nest. What a contrast to the months before.

Although early summer rains had been abundant, the earth was over six inches low for rain by now. The heavy crop of leaves was now cycled back as nutrients for the mighty oaks. Bird nests, now empty, had provided a new crop of our feathered friends. Snapshots fail to tell the story of nature’s cycles. But thoughtful attention to nature does describe how nature reinvents itself for new growth.
Taken with the long view, those bare limbs tell something of the story of vibrant life teeming all around them. It is something like you’re breathing. You inhale; you exhale. But you do not stop. Each breath sustains life and is necessary. Those bare limbs burst forth in greenery earlier this year. Now they are bare. They are regrouping for new growth in the next season.
Christmas time is something of a time of renewal. The year has brought difficulties and delights. Looking back, we can see places where we really dropped the ball or made poor decisions. If we take the year into perspective, we can find times of victory, maybe even small ones, yet they are victories. Christmas offers opportunity for reconciliation, a time of renewal. It’s not the toys, presents, nor even the parties. It is a time to acknowledge Emanuel — God with us.
Looking at those dark, cold, bare limbs could have been discouraging. Yet as I sat in the declining temperatures, I began to feel a sense of warmth inside. Dark, cold times do not define the future. They are fallow times. Times for new growth, new hope. I think of the seasonal song, “We need a little Christmas!”
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