I wonder if we can experience religion or spirituality as a seasonal delight.

Like fruits that are more tasty in Autumn or berries that you can pick yourself or like grapes that have been fermented and turned into wine.... like bananas picked green and then manipulated to yellow and ripen. What if faith was like that- seasonal- changing- sometimes wild and then sometimes at its best when 'doctored' by others ...., in reality that is the way of the spirit - like a kiwi fruit that is squishy when its ripe unlike the snappy pink lady in her prime. Both perfect.

like a wind that is sometimes known as a breeze- a lovely breeze- and sometimes bears the title of monsoon that reeks devastation and flooding.....

all things are possible - maybe there are more mutations of faith that remain not only possible but acceptable to God.