I went on Center Chapel’s retreat this weekend. It was amazingly foggy on top of Short Mountain. I figured it would have burned off by midday on Saturday. But it was constantly around us. And there was a slight chill in the air, almost a fake snowfall.
The change in weather was amazing. At the beginning of the week we were at 80 degrees. Yet by this weekend, we were at 50 degrees and pulling out kerosene heaters in our cabins. There was no Fall in between the Summer days of Monday morning and the winterized foggy days on top of that mountain.
I watched what possibly have been the coldest baptism I’ll ever witness. It was a cold walk to Short Mountain’s pond. In Summer this pond is a buzz with activities of canoes and other water sports. Yet it was seemingly ironic that during the Fall time of the year the pond is usually desolate and quiet. Yet on Sunday morning we brought a bit of life to the pond….eternal life through a baptism service. What a great way to end the retreat.
I think it was during this weekend that I have felt better about myself than I have in a couple of years. Sometimes there is fog in our lives that keep us from seeing the true beauty that is around us and within us.