Stately trees have been felled like bowling pins by the
fierce winds of this winter’s many storms. The various stands of trees round us
look like scenes from the First World War, sad scenes of devastation where
majestic trees have taken one another down and now lie dying on the forest
floor.
Nobody seems to be clearing them, and this has bothered me.
Until last night, when I heard a tree expert say that though the loss of an
ancient tree is a sad thing, as it is left to lie it becomes home to new life. Biodiversity
flourishes.
I will look at the devastation differently now.
How like God: new life springing up from that which had
died. How like Jesus, rising from a
hideous death into new life. How like us, raised to new life from being the
walking dead, by the power of the Holy
Spirit.
Easter message even before Lent.
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