You can totally tell that I am a "seasons" person. My one and only entry was in the fall, aptly entitled, "Seasons." Six months later, we are in the full throes of springtime in Georgia. As much as I adore fall, spring has to be my second favorite season. After an unusually wet and cold winter, spring arrived Tuesday afternoon, March 30. The snow flurries we had a week earlier were replaced with pink, white, yellow, and purple blooms. I may do something totally uncharacteristic later and even post some pictures of the bounty. I'm reminded of the words of the great reformationist, Martin Luther, when he said, "Our Lord has written the promise of the resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime."
Today is Good Friday, and as a recipient of God's gift of salvation, I am again reminded of the sacrifice that He endured in order to bridge the divide between my sin and His holiness. I've been listening to New Song's, "Arise My Love" song on YouTube this morning while attempting to type through my tears. It is difficult for us mortals to comprehend the enormity of this gift. Not only can we truly not comprehend the brutality of Christ's death, but also the concept of eternal life through Him. And, yet--we need only the faith of a child to receive all that it entails.
So, as I go about my day, running errands, meeting friends, loving my family, I will endeavor to remember not only the sacrifice, but also the promise. And while I never understood why this day was called "good", I can appreciate what is coming. I know how His story unfolds; His early followers didn't have this knowledge. It gives added meaning to, "I once was blind, but now I see." Enjoy springtime and all of its wonder, but don't miss the provider of the feast. May we continue to worship Him, before the rocks cry out; not just during this Holy Season, but for each breath we are given.
