Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection, not in books alone but in every leaf of springtime.
– Martin Luther-
With spring comes new birth.
Yesterday I watched three wet goat kids birthed into a cold, pain-raged world.
And we are like them.
We were unborn, safe, heedless of the agony and despair just outside the barricading womb.
Then the birth throes came and our mothers panted and cried with pain and we appeared.
Like those kids, slick and wet. Like them, bloody and gasping for air and scared to be pushed out of the safety and closed-in comfort. The ground is unyielding beneath our quivering legs. The prickly straw jabs.
We long to go back in to the dark tightness where our mothers’ breath heaved right above our huddled bodies. We grow to hate the cold but yet draw back against the warmth washing away our birth sac, stripping away the cold membrane that was so comfortable and now chills us.
And one day we begin to understand the depth of the significance of the first cry.
On some days, we wonder if there is anything in all this broken world but crying.
Even with the budding out of spring, do you ever wonder what is the point, when so much of death’s stench seeps into our moments? Do you ever wonder why the flowers still smile when the frost will bite them off in only a few short months?
Where is the spring in that?
More importantly, if even the most hopeful time of year is tainted, what hope is there for me?
A few weeks ago, Easter morning broke all over the world again, the anniversary of a death. Yes, on Friday the God of this Broken world died to redeem it. But on Sunday, another death occurred.
Death died that Sunday morning.
And unlike all the other deaths of this world, in direct opposition to the struggle and misery—the death of Death snapped chains and broke cords and singing was unleashed.
All the Springtimes before that year of Resurrection had been foretelling. Each revolution around the yellow sun, the flowers had budded out and the deer had birthed their fawns. All of creation gathered and cried out to man that the end of Death’s Winter was coming. That Spring would come and our Ransom-Payer would arise, with healing in His wings. Every year, they kept repeating the promise to come:
For your light has come!
And the glory of the Lord is risen upon you.
For behold, the darkness shall cover the earth,
And deep darkness the people;
But the Lord will arise over you,
And His glory will be seen upon you.
The Gentiles shall come to your light,
And kings to the brightness of your rising.
~ Isaiah 60:1-3, NKJV ~
And with the world-shaking rising of that Ransom-Payer, Death was crushed, Despair was led away captive, Pain lost it’s sting.
Maybe you marvel at a God of Love who can allow us to hurt and sin.
I marvel at a God of Love who Took our hurt and Became our sin.
So when the pain keeps coming and the ache crushes all of your breath away, there is a higher place you can go than just looking at the Springtime. All the new life in the world won’t help you if your heart keeps dwelling in the death.
“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.”
~ 2 Corinthians 5:17, NKJV ~
You can go to the one that is the Spring rising in our hearts, that is the Light after the Winter’s dark.
“So when God desired to show more convincingly to the heirs of the promise the unchangeable character of his purpose, he guaranteed it with an oath, so that by two unchangeable things, in which it is impossible for God to lie, we who have fled for refuge might have strong encouragement to hold fast to the hope set before us. We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain, where Jesus has gone as a forerunner on our behalf, having become a high priest forever after the order of Melchizedek.
~ Hebrews 6:17-20, ESV ~
Because Jesus lives, we can face tomorrow.
Fearless, Faithful, Knowing, Confident. Standing in His Love, by His Power, through His blood.
Because we have been redeemed, Spring is our daily reality.
May the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ be blessed! On account of his vast mercy, he has given us new birth. You have been born anew into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead. You have a pure and enduring inheritance that cannot perish—an inheritance that is presently kept safe in heaven for you. Through his faithfulness, you are guarded by God’s power so that you can receive the salvation he is ready to reveal in the last time.
You now rejoice in this hope, even if it’s necessary for you to be distressed for a short time by various trials. This is necessary so that your faith may be found genuine. (Your faith is more valuable than gold, which will be destroyed even though it is itself tested by fire.) Your genuine faith will result in praise, glory, and honor for you when Jesus Christ is revealed. Although you’ve never seen him, you love him. Even though you don’t see him now, you trust him and so rejoice with a glorious joy that is too much for words. You are receiving the goal of your faith: your salvation.
~1 Peter 1:3-9, CEB ~