“And if a man will not wash and repent at the last, when will he repent? When the leaves are off the trees, we see the bird’s nests in the trees and bushes. Now in our old age our leaves are off, then therefore we may see those nests of sin and lust, in our hearts and lives which we saw not before, and so be sensible and repent of them.”
The winter sunset is beautiful. The deep red held in relief against the sillouette of the bare trees reveals every lovely shape and every deformity within. With no leaves, all is exposed. As we observed such a sunset this week I thought of these words from William Bridge in his sermon, A Word to the Aged. I encourage you to read this short sermon which draws attention to the spiritual pit-falls planted for the aged by the enemy of our souls.