A Place in Time

            Yesterday, at our tree farm, Phillip and I worked throughout the afternoon clearing the impenetrable thicket of saw briars and river cane growing along the Coosa River. As evening fell over the riverbank, a silver half-moon rose in the eastern sky, just as the sun dropped behind the western horizon, leaving a blazing gold, pink, and purple trail. An intricately crocheted silhouette of oak branches above us painted a black-lace web over the canvas of the dimming sky; while the uncharacteristically warm December dusk set the stage for a bullfrog symphony to croak a moonlight sonata on the banks of the island across the water.

From the 1860s to the 1930s, just down river from our property boundary line, the Old Chancellor Ferry once ran as the only means of navigation across the Coosa in that region. It’s told that our 25^th president, William McKinley who led our nation to victory in the Spanish-American War, once road that ferryboat while canvassing Alabama.

Dr. Luke wrote in Acts 17:26 that God “made from one man every nation of mankind to live on all the face of the earth, having determined their appointed times and the boundaries of their habitation.”  I’m thankful to God for placing me in Alabama, in the 21^st Century, as a helpmate to Phillip Glassco (his “ana duo” or companion in the work of the gospel) to accomplish God’s purposes in our own generation.

O Lord, please give us the strength and resolve to fight the good fight, keep the faith, and finish the course well in this place and time. In Jesus' name. Amen.