The ducklings wouldn’t stay still for the photo. Hence the rather blurry heavily cropped pic.
The daffodils were more co-operative.
The weather has been gradually getting warmer. It’s no longer dark cycling to and from work. Although it’s not officially spring for another week, it’s within sight.
We emerge from the caves where we’ve been hibernating, rubbing our eyes, blinking at the strange bright shiny thing in the sky, and wondering what do you call that not-grey colour again?
Energy! Life! Sap flowing! Blood pumping!
Time to clean house, weed the garden, plant the vegetables.
Here “Down Under” we don’t have the entwining of Spring and Easter that the Northern Hemisphere does. Even with the separation of the natural and ecclesiastical seasons, it’s hard not to think of resurrection and new life at this time of the year.
These thoughts mingle with the funeral I attended today. A warm, creative, vivacious woman who departed this life far too young. We celebrate her life, grieve that she is no longer with us, and hold the hope of meeting again. Death in the midst of resurrection.
Spring is meaningless without the winter that proceeds it. . Nature is focussing on growing and reproducing while the warmth lasts, before the cold comes again. The decayed vegetation from last season has nourished the soil, feeding this year’s new growth. New life and hope are held in tension with loss and grieving.
John 12:23-36 (NIVUK) (Emphasis mine)
Jesus replied, ‘The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. Very truly I tell you, unless a grain of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds. Anyone who loves their life will lose it, while anyone who hates their life in this world will keep it for eternal life. Whoever serves me must follow me; and where I am, my servant also will be. My Father will honour the one who serves me.
‘Now my soul is troubled, and what shall I say? “Father, save me from this hour”? No, it was for this very reason I came to this hour. Father, glorify your name!’
Then a voice came from heaven, ‘I have glorified it, and will glorify it again.’ The crowd that was there and heard it said it had thundered; others said an angel had spoken to him.
Jesus said, ‘This voice was for your benefit, not mine. Now is the time for judgment on this world; now the prince of this world will be driven out. And I, when I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all people to myself.’ He said this to show the kind of death he was going to die.
The crowd spoke up, ‘We have heard from the Law that the Messiah will remain for ever, so how can you say, “The Son of Man must be lifted up”? Who is this “Son of Man”?’
Then Jesus told them, ‘You are going to have the light just a little while longer. Walk while you have the light, before darkness overtakes you. Whoever walks in the dark does not know where they are going. Believe in the light while you have the light, so that you may become children of light.’
This is the Deeper Magic, a Divine Mystery that through death there is a greater life. The more I ponder this, the less I think I understand of it.
Selah. (Pause and think on this.)
This post is dedicated to Rhonda Tucker, 1969 – 2013. Until we meet again.