Gloryteller

Today, the temperature is dropping quickly. The wind is blowing hard from the north. Our sugar maple has been nearly stripped of its beautiful leaves as have the red maples, and, indeed, all of the deciduous trees. Winter wind chill has arrived with a powerful cold-front and “the wolf is at the door”.
      Yesterday, the sugar maple had more than half of its bright golden leaves intact on its head, and the other trees displayed various hues of reds and yellows, oranges and purples. The sun shone and the day was near perfect. I even went walking without a coat in early morning, down to the trail around the big pond .
     As I rounded the east side, I looked across the pond as is my habit, at the large, colorful trees which have long been standing on the west side. The sky above was that perfect blue which is elusive even on the nicest of days. The perfect sky acted as a backdrop to highlight the colors and shapes of the trees. The sun was at that perfect morning angle that makes things surreally, beautifully, colorfully real.
Suddenly, I looked at the pond’s surface. I saw the reflection of the trees and sky for only a moment, then the surface disappeared! There was no breeze and the surface was like a mirror. There were no ripples, no color difference, no fuzziness, nothing to differentiate the reflection from the “real”. All was still. “So still,” I whispered.
“Be still and know that I AM God,” came the whispered reply.
“I will,” I thought.
Everything but the pond, trees, and perfect sky kind of disappeared then. It was as though I had entered another dimension where the reflection was the real.
      The upside-down trees were just as “real” to my sight as the upright ones. The colors and shapes of all the leaves stood out sharply. I bent over and looked at the reflection with my head upside-down. I couldn’t tell the difference, but my mind still tried to figure it out. Standing upright, my mind said “The bottom one is the reflection.” I looked into the mirror-pond and thought, “Yes, but the sky is just as deep there as it is high in the real.” The pond had taken on depth as “infinite” as the sky! Wow! Astounding!
      My spirit finally spoke, with the Holy Spirit echoing (or was it the other way ’round?) :  “So it is with Jesus! He is the perfect reflection of The Father here below. Equal in beauty, equal in depth. God and God. Deep and Deep. Highest and Highest. Everlasting and everlasting!” 
      Jesus said: “I and the Father are one.”
                       “He who has seen Me has seen the Father.”
                       “He who beholds Me beholds the One who sent Me.”
                       “The Father is in Me, and I AM in the Father.”
      “So, who are You, then,” I asked The HS. “Are You the place where the “real” and the “reflection” connect? The “fold” where you can flip the two “pages” together and make them match? Are You the breeze that is not blowing this morning? Are You the special way that the sun is shining on this whole scene?”
      “Hahaha! I love you so! I AM, kind of, all of those, but most of all, I Am the One who is helping you to stand here and see!
Now take a last deep look. Drink this in, for the sun is rising, the breeze will soon increase, and this moment will never come again. Capture it! Harvest and preserve it! Go in peace and write! Write soon! Tell this reader of the glory you’ve seen!”
      I drank and drank. I thought and thought. I thanked and thanked. Then I reluctantly turned and walked on air all the way up the hill, and home.

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