As I wrote here three years ago, I usually think of death in November. But this year is different. Life is abounding! Above is a miniature rose that i discovered blooming on our rose bush last week when I went out to do the pre-winter trimming. In November! Maybe that is common in warmer climates, but around here, November is the first of several drab months. The leaves have all fallen off the trees or are a dull, brown color, hanging onto the tree as long as possible. The grass is brown or yellow. Even the weeds stop growing. But we have flowers this year. Not only the roses, but violets and daisies.
Another thought: In the Epistle to the Hebrews, we read of Jesus being our High Priest, yet He was of the tribe of Judah. The tribe of Levi was the priestly tribe, so the Jews would not accept Jesus as a priest. The other day, I was reading Luke 1, about Elizabeth and Mary. Luke tells us that Elizabeth was a relative of Mary's, and that she was a descendant of Aaron, the first priest. So, by extension, Jesus was a relative of Elizabeth, so He part Levite and of Aaron's family, so He could indeed claim a priestly position.