The Times They Are A'Changing

In 1964 Bob Dylan sang the tune.

Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
will later be last
for the times they are a'changing.

And, its now 43 years later. The words take on new meaning for me. The times they are a'changing.

Today is the winter solstice. It is the darkest night of the year. I will rise this morning before the sun and when I return home it will have completed its journey through the sky. It is the turning point. The tides are changing, the water is warming, the winds are once again fair. The dark night of the soul has past. The fog is lifting. Life is good.

A new year is about to begin.

"I was on the island of Patmos, because I had preached the word of God, and the message about Jesus. On the Lord's day, I was dreaming the dream of the Lord. I heard a loud voice behind me and I woke up" (Rev. 1:10).

WAKE UP! The voice like a trumpet sounds, and I think of the words written by a friend of mine so many years ago, "And his name is Jesus, and his train fill the temple, with his eyes flames of fire and his hair white as snow. And. the angels are singing, there is life everlasting. To the one who believes, there is life ever more" (Gorden Reynaud). WAKE UP!

Now, I am waking out of my slumber. It is the day of new beginnings. The sun begins its journey closer to the earth. All is well. All is well. Thanks for walking this journey with me.