The glorious autumn colours are breaking out all over St Albans including my favourite tree – the acer in front of the turnstiles to St Albans City FC. It is a wonderful season but one that also reminds us of death and decay and the impending dead of winter.

My dear 96 year old Mum is as I write in Watford General but thankfully recovering. She was by any measure well into the autumn of her life when she moved to St Albans to be near us 11 years ago this month, a place she has grown to love deeply. She joined our church which was a little to our surprise given that it is very lively and comprised mainly of young people. She had only been with us just over a year when she realised she had never properly committed her life to Christ. This was soon rectified as she repented her sin and asked Jesus into her life. It was my joy and privilege to baptise her, at the age of 86, by full immersion – she insisted it was full! Many people including our family have noticed the change in Mum – softer, more affectionate and a deep sense of joy.

Mum now knows that whatever her immediate future she can look forward to a new spring where there will be no Autumn to follow and a new body which will not know death, sickness or sadness.

Mum has shown it is never too late to have this hope.

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