Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
“See that tree?” he said.
“What color is it?”
I knew he was leading me to an obvious answer that I couldn’t yet see.
“Green” I said. “It’s a green tree.”
“In the fall it will be red,” he said.
And I knew this. I had seen that very tree in the middle of a New England autumn. It was a glorious scarlet.
“And no one sees it change,” he said.
Conversion happens most often in a slow, deliberate, and mysterious way, like a tree changing colors in the fall. And often you can’t see the change in yourself.
But the change comes.
–James Martin, SJ. Jesus: A Pilgrimage