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The weather this semester has been wonky. Unseasonably warm most days, with the occasional drop in weather and timid rain storm. This week? A mess. The rain and snow never seem to stop. I went to take the dog out over lunch the other day, only to find my basement flooded. Folks from physical plant and custodial services have been going in and out of the house to get things working again and cleaned up. They’ve been great, despite the sheer amount of work they’ve got on their plates.
In the midst of all the chaos, I’ve been placing the dog in one of the guest rooms to keep him out of everyone’s hair. When I let him out today, I glanced out the front window at the snow blowing around and I caught a glimpse of the daffodils outside my house beginning to bloom. Just barely, but enough to take notice. Perhaps they will prove themselves resilient in the windy, snowy weather this week and bring with them the bright new whites and yellows that are hidden among the buds.
Life always finds a way. What has appeared all but dead, lost to the cold this week, has been brought to life - an imprint of the Easter season.
Life rises from the dark and cold clutches of death. With it, our world will be, once again, full of color and beauty and chirping sparrows. And while the world remains in the clutches of fear and violence, it is life and beauty that still finds a way.
It is no mistake that the Easter season takes place near the full bloom. God’s creative love stands as a reminder that the richness of life and of beauty will always return, even if we find ourselves in the grip of the dark and the cold. God has turned a renewed light on, shining brightly, illuminating paths, and bringing about the consoling warmth that is good for the soul.
I know it’s a busy time of year, and there are a million things you need to do before the semester ends. But this time of year is a gift, a reminder to open our eyes to the fruits of God’s creative love.
