From the Pastor’s Pen: New Life, New Beginnings

Daffodils, Crocuses, Bradford Pears, Dogwoods, Redbuds, Weeping Cherries, Phlox, Tulips…

This is an awfully pretty time of year.

On the side of our mountains, the brown and deep green of bare deciduous trees and hearty evergreens is becoming blanketed with an incomprehensibly diverse cover of tender, bright greens.

Image by こうこう きちでん from Pixabay

New life is on its way again.

I can’t help but think it must be painful for a tree to shove new buds out of cold, hard bark; but maybe it’s more like growing hair than cutting teeth.

Or maybe there’s always some pain associated with new things.

Some more than others.

This Friday, Saturday, and Sunday mark the Triduum, the Three Days during which Jesus of Nazareth, the Messiah, the Human One of the Godhead, dove headlong into hell, busted open the gates, defeated death, and came back to surprise the whole of creation with God’s all-encompassing lovingkindness.

That’s more painful than cutting teeth.

I assume so, anyway. I don’t remember, personally; but I remember our kids cutting their teeth.

At any rate, God knows it’s unimaginably harder than anything I could possibly face.

Thank God that Jesus is willing. Not only willing, but eager to conquer death and hell for you and for me.

During this Triduum, may we willingly accept that gift, even if we can’t possibly grasp the enormity of it.

And may we give of ourselves with whatever meager offering we find ourselves capable of bringing. It’ll be enough. The God who fed 5,000+ can turn any gift into plenty. The God who used Jonah to transform Nineveh can use even the most stubborn of us, too.

The God who raised Jesus from the grave has the power to do immeasurably more than we can ask or imagine.

My gift doesn’t ever feel like much, but in God’s eyes, it’s a perfect little blossom.

May the God of New Beginnings give you new life on this Eastertide.