Disappearing World



DisAppearing World
"Slowly the Truth is Loading, Don't it just look so pretty, this disappearing world" Lyric by David Gray

This is what I think when fall begins, and then turns to winter. During the winter the land gets its rest, and people have the opportunity to reflect on the deeper things they normally avoid amidst the distractions of summer. Having lived in Germany for 3 winters I had alot of time to relfect during this season, in a place where it gets very, very cold. The Germans also dedicate the entire month of November to mourning, its like a whole month of memorial day. Graves are decorated and other activities take place that focus on the more somber moments of life.

The winter strips away all of the colors, and flowers, leaves, weeds and grass. It clears the streets of the chaos and noise of busy people. It provides our minds and souls with a Sabbath Rest.

In essence, while the winter is sad it is also beautiful because it lays bare the whole world. It shows the beautiful row of trees for what each one is, a decaying log with a few flowering buds growing on vines that only make it look alive, or a strong oak that will weather many storms. During the other seasons, both look to be the same. The winter shows them for what they really are.

The Winter also shows us for what we really are. During this season we have time to sit and reflect on the state of ourselves, who/what we really are. Are we rotting on the inside like a standing log, or are we growing stronger by the year. The Winter seasons of our lives can be painful in the detached coldness of circumstances, as circumcstances rarely concern themselves with the pain they bring. The winter season of our lives is also beautiful in its honesty. We have the rare chance to make a true assessment of ourselves, to strip away all of the fluff that we decorate ourselves with, and see what is really inside beneath all of the leaves and flowers, and vines and all the rest. The sobering part, is that during the winter of our lives, everyone else gets to see that as well. Only a few brave souls will leave their winter enclaves, face the cold to be amongst others. Most simply wait until summer comes again, and until the fluff returns, they simply lock themselves away.

The winter reminds us that this is truly a "disappearing world". Everyone you know will die, everything you own will decay, burn up, be blown over, rust, or simply fall down, at some point before time ends. Even that which the ancients thought would be forever is nothing but a few piles of rock that lay uncovered for several thousand years. Babylon, Sodom, Gommorrah, Sardis, Troy, all once thought impregnable, now just piles of rubble.

On the positive side, evil doesn't last forever either. The weeds that once choked out everything beautiful also die away. The Assyrians, the Babylonians, the Nazi's, the Romans, Stalin's Russia, the Seleucids under Antiochus Epimanes (Antiochus whose Madness is Apparent, as many called him), Nero, Caligula, all dead and gone. All waiting on judgment.

The Winter is a beautiful and yet somber reminder, that everything good and bad, has only its seaon. Enjoy it while it last if it is joyful, and if it is not, learn from it what you can, especially about yourself.

Solomon wrote Ecclesiastes in the Winter of his life, the reflections of a dying old man who had gained much wisdom by his many mistakes over a life time. As the winter is the time we learn from our mistakes if we stay sober-minded enough to be present in the painful moments.

Solomon penned these words "It is better to enter the House of Mourning than the House of Feasting". Ecclestiastes, check it out.

"To everything there is a season" Use each season as G-d intended.

Shalom,
Brian

"Disappearing World" by David Gray
watch here
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-anMdDAP9RY

Slowly the truth is loading
I'm weighted down with love
Snow lying deep and even
Strung out and dreaming of

Night falling on the city
Quite something to behold
Don't it just look so pretty
This disappearing world

We're threading hope like fire
Down through the desperate blood
Down through the trailing wire
Into the leafless wood

Night falling on the city
Quite something to behold
Don't it just look so pretty
This disappearing world
This disappearing world

I'll be sticking right there with it
I'll be by your side
Sailing like a silver bullet
Hit 'em 'tween the eyes
Through the smoke and rising water
Cross the great divide
Baby till it all feels right

Night falling on the city
Sparkling red and gold
Don't it just look so pretty
This disappearing world
This disappearing world
This disappearing world
This disappearing world

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