"I am the vine; you are the branches." — John 15:5

Tuesday, March 20 2018

Spring begins today!  Looking out the window you may well see winter’s icy grip still in evidence but there are signs that the season is indeed changing.  For several weeks the bird feeder has welcomed back the migratory birds, just a few at a time.  A robin, not in evidence through January’s bitterness, flits through bare tree tops.  The lady cardinal, often upstaged by her Christmas-red mate, has dressed in fashion runway couture, her caramel, orange and black  feathered gown ready for romance.  Overhead the geese fly high, their honking muted but GPS clearly activated.  And when the sun shines, it’s warm!

Soon the dawn chorus will begin: the song bird’s hymn to the Divine each day.  A little later in the season the first notes will sound long before the sky blushes, before those feathered friends can be sure that the sun will rise again.  They sing!  Yes, of course they are defending breeding territory, communicating with each other and joining an online dating service based on vocals, but still.  Before the morning star bids adieu, they sing in a wonderful, energetic, multi diva chorus, giving thanks for the end to night’s chill and darkness and rejoicing in the Son.

Oh, that we would greet each morning with the same gratitude!

Bless the Lord (10,000 Reasons)
Jonas Myrin and Matt Redman

Bless the Lord, O my soul, O my soul;
Worship His holy name.
Sing like never before, O my soul;
I’ll worship your holy name.

The sun comes up, it’s a new day dawning,
it’s time to sing Your song again.
Whatever may pass,
and whatever lies before me,
Let me be singing when the evening comes.

Black earth turned into yellow crocus is undiluted hocus-pocus.  Piet Hein

Hocus-Pocus:  From “Hoc est Corpus Meum.” This is my Body