Today on Little McCall road at the double curves between Courthouse and 119 there is a pond. My wife Barbara had told me there was a family of Canadian Geese, two adults and a good group of chicks. She had seen them in the water. Today they were not in the water but feeding in the grass next to the pond. Two adults and I don’t know how many little ones in the grass wet from the dew of the morning with the fog hanging lazily in the air above and around all of creation next to a glass like pond reflecting the newness of the day.
Spring, it brings new life and renewed life to the land and the people of the land. Children get excited by the warm afternoons, gardeners have a renewed urgency to turn some dirt and plant some crops whether it be flowers or food. A renewed emphasis on getting the yard green and growing sparks increased sales at the local home improvement stores. Spring fever we call it. However, there is another side.
With new life comes death. A seed must die to become a living plant. Changing shape and texture as life grows from it. It would be hard to be a seed. With spring comes the change in the weather and this past weekend 46 people died as a result of the change in seasons from winter to spring as severe storms and tornados in the Midwest and southeast brought chaos and fear not to mention the destruction of homes, businesses and property to communities. It’s spring. Just today (Tuesday) we learned of a young life cut short Monday night in a car accident and a local Pastor’s death from an accident. There is irony in Spring.
Spring is the rebirth of life from death, the death of winter. I saw this in the geese this morning young life fresh and new in the dew of a spring morning but also the sadness for at least 48 families in grief from the loss of loved ones. It’s Easter for heaven’s sake!
It is Easter for earth’s sake. The Lamb of God at Passover, the celebration of the Jews remembering the death angel’s passing over their home before the exodus whom the angel of death will NOT Passover, the innocent one who became sin for my guilt, the Savior of the world whom God would NOT save, it’s Easter for my sake. From one man’s death comes all of humanities life, from sadness and pain to joy and healing, it’s Easter. How the hearts of just those families are hurting today from the sadness of their loss. How God’s heart must have hurt to not rescue his own innocent son from my sin. It’s not fair but it’s Easter. In that irony there is grace.
“The beauty of grace is that it makes life (and death) not fair,” from Reliant K’s lyrics. Spring is like that. It is the evidence of hope from despair and life from death. Easter is spring.
I will not get over that.
I have seen that for myself.
Let’s celebrate life this Easter in a way and with a gusto that we have never lived before.
The King is Risen!
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