Push me into the spring

 Song of Solomon 2:12

Song of Solomon 2:12

THINK

The miracles that have already happened are, of course, as Scripture so often says, the first fruits of that cosmic summer which is presently coming on. Christ has risen, and so we shall rise. St Peter for a few seconds walked on the water; and the day will come when there will be a re-made universe, infinitely obedient to the will of glorified and obedient men, when we can do all things, when we shall be those gods that we are described as being in Scripture. To be sure, it feels wintry enough still: but often in the very early spring it feels like that. Two thousand years are only a day or two by this scale. A man really ought to say, ‘The Resurrection happened two thousand years ago’ in the same spirit in which he says, ‘I saw a crocus yesterday.’ Because we know what is coming behind the crocus. The spring comes slowly down this way; but the great thing is that the corner has been turned. There is, of course, this difference, that in the natural spring the crocus cannot choose whether it will respond or not. We can. We have the power either of withstanding the spring, and sinking back into the cosmic winter, or of going on into those ‘high mid-summer pomps’ in which our Leader, the Son of man, already dwells, and to which He is calling us. It remains with us to follow or not, to die in this winter, or to go on into that spring and that summer. C S Lewis God in the Dock (emphasis mine)

PRAY

This spring has been slow to fully flower, God. There is the pull to sink back into the cosmic winter. And yet, the earth is bursting forth with unrelenting hope. If I just let myself look, I see it around each corner--the greening of the leaves, the flowers standing steadfastly in the chilly air (and perhaps lasting a bit longer for it), song bursting forth from birds happy again in our trees. Keep calling me! And push a me a bit, too, on into the spring...

ACT

Get dirt under your fingernails today or jump in a puddle or blow bubbles or sit outside at a cafe. Do something that absolutely, determinedly celebrates spring. And if you are a friend from another hemisphere, well, then, celebrate the real new life that is the Resurrection, even as your autumn gathers...Whatever you do, it's the season of singing and it has come!

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