As winter goes, ours was mild, but felt harsh due to the pandemic, politics and isolation. One can take just so much winter weather or words. But I sensed we’re on the cusp of spring, after listening to President Biden address our nation with reality and hope through these words: “During this past year there’s been a collective suffering, collective sacrifices, a year filled with the loss of life, and the loss of living, for all of us.” Empathy wrapped reality in hope.
However, hope rooted primarily in government, eventually leaves one despairing for something less dependent on partisanship. Thank God, literally, spring needs no majority vote. It comes when God cues heaven and earth to rise and flourish.
But despite the warmth of today, not much looks like spring. It’s still pretty drab in these parts unless you look closely. I suspect an ear to the ground could reveal rustling sounds, roots spreading, stems muscling up, insects and critters doing their part. Heaven and nature working together, readying small patches of Eden, for God’s annual reminder of what’s possible on earth, and in us.
Which reminds me of the poster I saw in the bedroom of Kate, my ten year old Grand. It posed,”What if everything turns out for the best?” Isn’t that the hope that’s buried in spring and Easter? That out of the worst, good can come? Into darkness, Light? Out of nothing, something more wonderful than we could’ve imagined. And out of a pandemic greater appreciation for life and each other?
There’s a tender scene in The House at Pooh Corner, when Piglet comes behind Pooh and whispers,”Pooh!”
“Yes, Piglet?”, asks Pooh.”
“Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s paw. “I just wanted to be sure of you.”
The pandemic and politics have left many of us longing for reassurance about life and each other. Who or what’s sure? Spring and Easter remind us that neither winter nor death have the last word. And vaccines eventually send pandemics packing. So take heart, before long we, like Piglet, can touch life and each other again, ” just to be sure.”
But until then, we hold onto Hope, who for many of us is Jesus. And while we wait, we watch for patches of Eden to spring forth out there, and in us. Anything’s possible, including, “everything turning out for the best.” Hope told me so.
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