Clumps of cheery crocus sprout randomly in the flower beds
and on the verge of the driveway. Regal purple and rich gold cradled in their voluptuous
green leaves. A glorious sight to behold.
On the winter-ravaged lawn and in occasional spots in the
flower beds, a lonely crocus bravely flowers. These are the bulbs which somehow
became uprooted in a frenzy of weeding, or were dropped and forgotten when
others were being planted. Separated from their like, they are beautiful anyway
as they strive to establish themselves in a new, different space.
Refugees the world over are like those scattered crocus
bulbs. May God bless and enrich each uprooted life, replanted in a foreign space
far from all that is familiar, anxious and bruised and broken. May we be
welcoming as we show them the face of Jesus.
Come to me, Jesus said, all who are tired and weary, and you’ll
find rest for your souls. May those uprooted and scattered through no desire of
their own fall on fertile ground, where they meet the living God through His
disciples on earth.
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