Longing for Spring

It’s that time of year again. Old Man Winter has been hanging around for a while and he won’t be going away anytime soon either. It seems what we need most of all is that springtime magic which fills the air when the sun beams and the flowers open and the birds sing merrily among the fresh green leaves, when the scent of lavender fills the warm evening air under a gentle crescent moon (not to mention the orchards being in blossom and the first of the strawberries with cream). But until then we wait. And thus it is for the church on earth, bearing as best we can the bleak winter of this fallen world, hastening as we may the certain Day of Spring to come when our Lord will resurrect all things and we will live in his happiness forevermore.