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Monday, 1 March 2021

Hope Rising

 

Yesterday, I spent some time gently raking dead leaves from some of the flower beds. Removing the mouldering leaves and wilted flowers revealed new shoots straining to break through. Tiny snowdrops. Purple crocus, twisted and malformed because of the weight of death pressing them down.

We’re coming out of winter. We’re coming into spring. The weight of the last several months presses us down. We can be twisted by fear, dwarfed by loss, hidden from the sun by the disappointments and burdens.

March is coming in like a lamb today. Gentle and quiet, yet thrilling with an incipient joy waiting to be expressed. Hope is rising as we welcome spring, however hesitantly, however cautiously.

I think of the Lamb, who faced the trials of his life with love. He welcomed everyone, full of promise, of understanding, of hope. As we begin to stretch up into warmer days, may hope rise within us, based not on circumstance but based on the truth. Based on the Lamb. Based on Jesus.

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