The Time of Singing Has Come


From the Song of Solomon, chapter two:

11for now the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove
is heard in our land.

Do not take for granted that you crossed the threshold of seasons.  You were able to move from Winter to Spring.  Perhaps you can hear Vivaldi’s Four Seasons playing in the background as blossoms (and pollen) fill the air.  Your world has changed.  You in turn are changed.

You had nothing to do with this.  It happens without consulting you. The earth warms and rains appeared and the properties imbedded within plants and trees of all kinds, the song encoded into birds, these things emerged and bloomed into the world and you witness it. But you did not make it happen. How then respond?  With thanks. Be grateful and if you can, add your song to the speech of birds.

You have the power, also gifted to you–you were endowed with these powers–to change. You can welcome it or hate it, play with it or try to kill it, wrestle with it, manage it, flow with it.  Every season brings loss. Every season offers new chances for growth and evolution to a higher plane.  So elevate. Evolve.  Grieve for what is past but do not try to live there.  It offers you no soil,  no water nor sun.  You have moved from Winter into Spring and with this, you can also change and deepen your life.  Stop.  Can you hear the turtle dove?

As you enter the sanctuary this Sunday, I am going to preach on what cannot be lost and talk somewhat about grief work but as well, the work of faith, hope and love and the blessed assurance that your soul in Christ is well.   ~See you Sunday.