Seasonal transformation is all around us. True, we had snow last week and the temperatures have been below average so many of us are walking around with our heads down as we walk into wind gusts and wind chills that elicit grunts and curses. Where is Spring!? we ask.
Of course, Spring has erupted already. The Forsythia, the leafing out of trees, the buds and flowers that ornament streets we pass through and lanes we walk down, all remind us of this fact. The grass is greener. The transformation is under way and evolves until one magical moment when sun and warmth coincide with brilliant sky blue and landscapes of trees and flowers and we know… we have passed across the threshold of Winter into Spring.
Little wonder then that this season fills us with hope for the transformation of our own lives. Now we can take all of this for granted. We can chalk it up to how things “just happen” and pretend the world around us is deaf and dumb. But oh, it is not. The world is talking to us, it is a dialogical masterpiece threaded with conversation and information that, should we take time to hear, will inform our own lives. The psalmist declared [139:14],
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works
In this season of transformation may your and my life be transformed. May the Spirit of change and renewal restore you and make you whole. This Sunday, let us join together in praise with the entire earth, for “the time of singing has come.” ~See you Sunday