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"Joyful Curmudgeon" An oxymoron?
No! I see all the beauty of God's creation and I'm joyful.  At the same time, I see all the suffering and corruption going on in the world, and feel called to help expose and end it so that we may have true peace and compassion.


Praise – 2 November 2006
By Mary T. Hoffman

Two days ago we drove over one hundred miles downstate and were delighted to see the magnificence of autumn still very evident in the trees, rocks, and hills. The bright sunlight glistened on the leaves and the water running down the rocks, adding to the beauty that surrounded us.

Although many of the deciduous trees are bare here – the beginning of what I call the “November look” – and it’s mostly the copper/bronze oak leaves that still cling to branches, there are still patches of bright red or yellow to be seen here and there. Our weeping willows are still yellowish green, some shrubs still have leaves, and the remaining leaves of one of the mulberry trees are a bright yellow; the other one is bare.

Thinking about our ride downstate, I wrote this poem yesterday morning:

By Mary T. Hoffman
(Written the morning of 1 November 2006)

It’s time for nature’s annual show:
The trees, the sky are all aglow.
Leaf peepers praise what God has made
At river’s edge or forest glade.

The rocks below, the sky above –
All that there is, He made with love.
He draws to Him all those who see
His love for all – and you and me.

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