As I write in the middle of November, there are still a few straggling leaves remaining on the trees. These weathered, frostbitten warriors have lost the battle and their splendid armor and evidence of death, even as they hang on. Not long ago, these leaves were in colorful attire. One wished one could anchor the leaves to their bonding twigs to assure a longer exhibit of God's masterful handiwork. But leaves need to fall to the ground to predicate new leaf structures when springtime comes again.
Death promises new life.
How true does this phenomenon relate to our setbacks, the small deaths we endure daily and to our final death to start a new beginning. Each autumn includes a wealth of activities which have been played out at St. Charles for years. Former students plunged into a new academic school year. Extracurricular activities as football helped let off the pressures of classroom work. Football gave way to basketball, bowling, and wild game hunting.