The Labor Day weekend marks the unofficial end of the summer season. In Southern California, the changing season is marked by increased traffic rather than changes in the weather or foliage, as it is in the northern states.
Even in this place, though, my melancholy heart senses the increasing darkness and the diminishing light. I am not done with summer, but powers beyond my control seem to push me into the future.
Politicians have already begun to refer to the November election as if it were to take place tomorrow. Previews are flashed on movie screens for films that will open in December. While testing samples in an area Costco last weekend, I observed employees putting the finishing touches on a holiday display that included a snowman, Santa and his reindeer. I’m not yet done with summer.
A complete cycle of the seasons marks a year of life that I’m done living, and it seems the cycle is spinning faster and faster. But no matter how quickly the seasons seem to pass or the number of years I’ve lived, I know that one can live life only one day at a time. I’ve come to appreciate each day as a unique and precious gift, whether it’s in the summer, winter, spring or fall, and I’m determined to appreciate each minute of each day.
To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven. —Ecclesiastes 3:1
by Chaplain Ron Hyrchuk
September 14, 2006