Autumn was long and golden this year; the warm days lasted into November, with many flowers still blooming in the absence of a killing frost. Those which are already past their blooming season have fantastic feathery seed heads or spiky pods, and the little birds flock around them. The seeds which escape their attention and fall to the ground have a long wait ahead of them, not unlike Noah’s 40 days waiting in the ark. But God remembered Noah, and in time, the life held safely in the ark became the seeds of the springtime of the new world, the animals emerging, the raven and the dove taking flight.
The Psalmist praises God for these same blessings: If God had not been on our side, he says, the flood would have swept us away, over us would have gone the raging waters. Instead, we have escaped like a bird from a snare, because our help is in the Lord who made heaven and earth. From Paul’s letter to the Romans, we come to understand that the ultimate snare is death, and it is our union with Christ that ultimately frees us to walk in new life.
Our help is in the name of the Lord, who made heaven and earth. The same one who declared his creation good and preserved his people through failure and disaster time and time again holds us safely now, remembers us, and will free us again.