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Equinoxes Are Not Equal and Seasons End

Kimberly N. Alleyne
The Harvest Magazine Publisher and Editor
Reflective Essay


What I love about March is the Spring Equinox. I’m always standing at the door waving, excited to welcome it after winter, especially after an especially long and cold winter. When the equinox strikes, I know those days are over, even if only for a few months, and a more bearable season is making its way in.

The literal translation of equinox is “equal night,” and it word has Latin roots: aequus, which means equal and nox, which means night. Each year there is a spring equinox and an autumnal equinox, and it is a commonly held belief that there is an equal number of hours of night and day on the equinox. And the sophistication of technology allows meteorologists to predict to the minute the time the sun will raise its head, and then lower it (well, they guess). The truth is the amount of day and night on an equinox is not equal — it is only nearly equal.

Even though the 24 hours on an equinox are not evenly divided, an equinox does rightly mark the change of seasons, from winter to spring and from summer to fall. And it is comforting to know there is a set time for each season to end, and begin. Isn’t that what helps us make it through the challenges, the rough patches that inevitably accompany every season? Especially when the snow days become laborious from shoveling or when the summer heat becomes sweltering and uncomfortable.

It’s not only the equinoxes that are uneven, but many life experiences are sometimes unbalanced, in seasons, too. If we measure our struggles against our times of ease, our highs against our lows, our losses against our gains, the levels are especially crystal: Ministry. Friendships. Finances. Health. Business. Marriage. Marketplace. Parenting. Every area of our lives at some point, in some season, will brim over with unbalance, with giving more than we’re getting. There will be times where it seems that, no matter what we do, how hard we work, how much we pour ourselves into something or someone, there is no harvest. No matter what road our journey takes us on, there are no detours from life’s peaks and valleys and peaks, or the ebb and flow and ebb (Ecclesiastes 3:1). We will meet them.

Then there will be seasons of sowing and then great gain, and reward. In some seasons reaping comes more quickly than in other seasons; sometimes you reap more than you sow or deserve, and sometimes there is, seemingly, nothing to reap at all.


Photo credit: Halves by Las-Initially. Grist wheel cut in half at Sir William Johnson Hall, Johnstown, NY.
Photo credit: Halves by Las-Initially. Grist wheel cut in half at Sir William Johnson Hall, Johnstown, NY.

Rarely is there a season where the good and the bad are equally divided. Ever. The Word tells us that tribulations will come, and not to think it odd when they arrive (I Peter 4:12).

I’m thinking of the Stevie Wonder song, “As.” One line goes, “Just as time knew to move on since the beginning. And the seasons know exactly when to change…”  I like that song, but it’s not that the seasons know to change, it’s that God knows. All things, the change of seasons, whether a 24-hour period is equal day and night, or is only nearly equal, that’s all Him and it’s all His.

One of the many great attributes about God is that He is omnipresent, He is always with us. No matter what season we find ourselves in, He is there with us. We are never without Him. And He is omniscient. He knows when a season should end.

The seasons are His. The days are His. The hours are His. He sets them and brings them to an end. (Daniel 2:21-22). The sunrise is His, and the sunset is His. That’s why the advances of technology, and humans’ frail guesses, are no match for the power of God.

The Sun Comes Back

And even when things are haywire or when it seems we are standing still in time, things are happening, changing and shifting. There is life underneath a ground frozen over with snow.  So there is always a harvest, even we don’t see it or can’t understand what we’re seeing.Time Lapsed Sunset Through Trees

God is working under the surface, all around us. It’s almost like the tough times are fertilizer for the lighter times, the season that’s waiting under the snow to blossom through. Every season has a set time to end. In the meantime, we have to keep worshipping and praising, remembering another “blossom” is always on the way. Be ready, Timothy said, in season and out of season (II Timothy 4:2). Speak God’s Word and believe it in every season, regardless of what your reward looks like.

If we keep pushing, the reward will reveal itself (Gal 6:9). It has to come. And if we push even more, we will receive the only reward that really matters, an eternal reward: to stand face-to-face to the King, to stand in His glory. Can you imagine? Hang on to that when your season is ice over and you can’t chip through. That is a promise, and it is a promise that makes every season, equally divided or not, worth enduring.

His Glory.






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