My aunt and I went to her Episcopal church in Richmond this past Sunday. We met a couple friends of hers on the way in to the white, wooden chapel. The man was wearing a pink, green, and blue, dotted with flowers.
"I like your tie," I said.
"I'm trying to push the message for spring," he laughed.
Right? I'm so eager for spring and warmth, now that the daylight stays longer. The weather's still chilly, but I'm starting to see signs of a new season. People on blankets, playing spike ball in Meridian Hill Park. My windows rolled down driving up 14th Street, Amos Lee's song in my head.
Even while it's still cold, I want to call out these signs of spring, of a cold winter melting. Even as the winter of this world is melting, even as the light of the Son breaks through the veil, I want to recognize His rays and praise Him.
To close with an old favorite camp song "Pass It On"
What a wondrous time is spring
When all the trees are budding
The bird begin to sing
The flowers start their blooming
That's how it is with God's love
Once you've experienced it
You want to sing, it's fresh like spring
You want to pass it on.