For Only A Season – Uncle Clem Explains The Correlation Between Us & Seasons – (FREE Book Excerpt)

“Are you okay?” I asked again.

“I’ll be okay. It’s just a part of growing older.” I guess he could see the fear in my eyes and hear the concern in my voice. ” The older you get, the frailer your body grows, I suppose. Besides, at ninety-one years old, I’m well into the winter leg of my journey. My nights outweigh my days, and I hear the sand running faster through my hourglass.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, let’s take the seasons, for example. Couldn’t spring be compared to your early years, from birth to adolescence, when you’re developing your personality and becoming comfortable with your body? When every experience and everything is fresh and new?”

“I’ve never looked at it that way before, but it makes sense.”

“Good, ’cause just like the trees bud and bloom, flowers come to life and everything feels fresh and new, so do we. And isn’t summer comparable to a young adult coming into his own, ready to take life head on, similar to how the buds of a tree become vibrant leaves? Usually, when you’re between your twenties and forties like yourself, the grass is firm, green and growing, and the plants have fully blossomed and matured. And your days and nights are equally as long.”

“But autumn brings about another season of change. The leaves begin to change color and lose their strength, just like your hair begins to change color and you begin to lose strength. Likewise, your vitality gradually fades. During this period of transition, from your fifties and on through your sixties, most folks begin to appreciate each day and the joy it brings.”

“Winter could be compared to reaching the backside of your sixties on into- God willing- your seventies and beyond. It’s a time for reflection on your journey, where you’re still seeking joy and hoping to be a joy to others. Like winter, it’s when your days become shorter and the nights grow longer and colder, where leaves dry up and fall from the tree. Our bodies grow weaker. Our senses fade. Before long, our bodies can no longer sustain us. Our bodies are mortal suits of flesh and bone that our immortal souls wear. Immortality wearing mortality, so to speak.”

For Only a Season – Betrayal – (FREE Chapter 10 Excerpt)


“When we finally made it back home, I went to look in on Bull, and that’s when I saw that Lula was in our bed with Bull! I couldn’t believe my eyes. Of course, what I didn’t know at the time was that Lula was pretending to be me. Your grandpa was so groggy that he just kept saying he thought Lula was me. I never imagined Lula wanted my very own husband for herself. I couldn’t even begin to rationalize what I was feeling at that moment. The utter shock and betrayal at the hands of the two people that I loved the most was almost too much to bear. I almost allowed it to take me to a very dark place.

“I suppose I should have figured it out, though. Whenever I made mention about the poems, notes, and so forth that Bull would give me, Lula hung onto every word and wanted to know every intimate detail about us, if you know what I mean.” Grammy paused to wipe a tear from her cheek. “So I threw her out and moved to another bedroom in the house. I vowed to never speak to her again. As far as I was concerned, I no longer had a sister.”……

For Only A Season (Book Cover) - Charles R. Butts Jr.

For Only A Season | Christian Fiction Novel | – Press Release

As his flight lands, Pollux “Scooter” Flood IV ponders the meaning of the years spent away from his ancestral home in Greensboro, Alabama. His wife and unborn son’s death sent him into a tailspin that led him to interning on a client’s vineyard in Italy and California. On the surface, he’s returning home to establish a vineyard on his family’s farm, but in truth,he longs to reconnect with his roots and his beloved family.

In the terminal, he expects his great uncle Clem to be waiting to drive him home, but is instead met by someone he doesn’t initially recognize. When Frankie introduces herself, Scooter can scarcely believe that this confident, beautiful woman is the gawky, tomboyish teenager he once knew and is equally delighted to see that Greensboro and its friendly citizens have remained unchanged during his absence.

As happy as Scooter is to be home, he still mourns his wife and son. Even immersed in work, he can’t let go of his wife’s ghost. His visions of her are so detailed, they seem real. When he shares this with Uncle Clem, he’s told his visions are indeed a reality. Like his grandfather, and his grandfather before him, Scooter possesses the ability to see and speak with the dead. It is this gift that has kept the Floods so connected to their ancestors and will aid Scooter in more ways than he can imagine, should he learn to use it properly.

For Only A Season is a story about love and the long road back from loss. It’s a story about the weight of responsibility we carry from our ancestors, and the honor such weight can bring. It’s a story about the seasons of our mortal lives and our eternal journey as immortal spirits, destined to learn, grow and ultimately return to God.

SPIRITUAL THOUGHT – Immortality Wearing Mortality

We’re immortal spirits born into this world for a mortal journey! We choose to come here, forget our infinite wisdom in order to know life experientially. We follow the voice of the fragment of God that dwells within the heart of every being. He grants us free will in order to grow, know, live, laugh, seek, love and experience all mortality has to offer. My novel “For Only a Season” touches on this powerful truth. We come to this world as immortal spirits wearing mortal bodies guided by God hoping to remember who we truly are, before ultimately returning home to Him.