a bowl of Trix

I wasn't even sure what time it was. I didn't really care. All I was focused on was what I was looking at out the window as we drove along Hwy 79. On both sides of the road was this blanket of color that covered the mountains of West Virginia. It is the second week of October, and the leaves are turning. I'm sure that I'm not the only person that likes this time of year. The air is a little crisper in the mornings; the sun seems to be brighter, without the glare; and the leaves begin this transformation from green to yellow, orange, red, and gold. Maybe its the "artsy" side of me (as Ray would say) that notices this so much. But, when I see the colors, I can't help but think about God as an artist, and He brushes over His landscape with such majesty and power, that even the trees respond. What were once quiet and green begin to shout with "Hey!!! Look at me!!! I'm changing!!!" Its like we see them for the first time. They've been there along the highways and roads all year, but now they've got my attention.
I remember being in college and going out on the Blue Ridge Parkway just to do some sketching, and sitting there lost in the wonder of all the color. The mountains with all this color looked like a giant bowl of Trix. (sometimes in college, you think about food.......a lot) I tried to sketch what I was experiencing, but it was useless. No painting could touch it. This was all done by the Master, and there was no need to even try and improve on it.
Sometimes, I sit back and look at the church, and I see the same artist applying His brush strokes to His canvas that we call HRCC. People attend here every week, but when God has brushed His hand across their lives.......we can't help but see a change. Someone who was once a quiet person, that would kindly smile as they passed by; now is excited about what God is doing in their life and it is as if they are shouting "Hey!!! Look at what God has done for me!!! He has changed me!!! I need to tell you about it!!!" When I am leading worship; I hear them. When I get the opportunity to speak; I see them. We are all different; just like the paint on an artist's palette. But, when used by an artist.........we become more than a bowl of Trix........we become His masterpiece. And every artist loves his work.