The magnolia in front of my house has budded, has begun its rite of Spring. I open all my senses and yield to the rhythmic pulse of the created order. With Howard Thurman I too ponder:
“Is there any wonder that deeper than idea and concept is the insistent conviction that the night can never stay, that winter is ever moving toward the spring?”
“This is the way the rhythm moves. The fall of the year comes, then winter with its trees stripped of leaf and bud; cold winds ruthless in bitterness and sting. One day there is sleet and ice; in the silence of the nighttime the snow falls soundlessly – all this until at last the cold seems endless and all there is seems to be shadowy and foreboding. The earth is weary and heavy. Then something stirs – a strange new vitality pulses through everything. One can feel the pressure of some vast energy pushing, always pushing through dead branches, slumbering roots – life surges everywhere within and without. Spring has come. The day usurps the night view.”
(From The Inward Journey by Howard Thurman, ©1989, Howard Thurman)
We journey through Lent, and soon enter Christ’s passion, then Good Friday; Easter only follows that dark night of God. We know by heart and affirm this faith that our nights will be followed by dawns, fears by hopes, dying to the old by being raised to the new. And we affirm that in the end evern the night marked by our own death will be followed by day. Easter is a call to freedom to be fully alive in the glory of the Creator, one breath at a time, one day at a time.
Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting? (1 Corinthians 15:55)
Your servant in Christ,
Rev. Eun-sang Lee