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Lent. The trees still bare, hardy green leaves and stems poke through the earth and these brave blooms eventually open–yellow, purple, and pink in the midst of dim grays and browns. Birds begin arriving in flocks. The mighty oaks release pollen, thickening the air and casting a haze over everything.

Lent comes with spaciousness and somber meditations. But Spring reminds me of hope. Of falling in love. Some of our dearest friends were engaged on Easter. Robert and I had our very first kiss on the first day of Spring. He met my family on Easter. I mean, his middle name is actually “Springer.”

Most of all, I think of Resurrection. Winter’s end comes with a sigh as holidays have passed and the layers of sweaters and coats begin to feel heavy. The first day of spring is this Sunday. The tensions rise as we plan Easter celebrations while still observing our Lenten fasts. The churches around town advertise their egg hunts, but we wait until the Great 50 days begin to really celebrate. This is what I love about the church calendar. We are called to be mindful.

So, as days grow longer and brighter may our hearts continue to long for the true Light to shine.


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