A flock of robins in our backyard was the first announcement of winter’s end and this morning a cardinal in a tree near our front door joined the celebration with a song. Soon numbers of these harbingers of spring will become part of the joyful refrain.
Solomon’s poetic portrayal of spring is about to be reenacted: “The winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land” (Song of Solomon 2:11-12).
Spring is an annual celebration of creation and resurrection. And at this time of the year all of nature joins in saying: “God is alive and no matter how dark and cold it gets the sun will soon break through the clouds announcing the arrival of spring.”
Once, while being interviewed on a call-in radio program, I was surprised to hear the voice of a Missouri woman who had written to me nearly ten years earlier seeking help during a time of trouble. Her husband had just deserted her and their children. At that time, she had been devastated by this heartbreaking development.
Now, after all these years, she had turned her radio on and upon hearing the interview called to tell me she was doing very well in spite of her past problems. She wanted me to know that her song had returned.
Spring insists death can only win for a season.
On the darkest day, life and light are waiting in the wings to take the stage.
Spring may produce praise for the majesty and minuteness of creation more than any other season. Miracles start showing up everywhere in greening grass, budding trees, blooming flowers and returning birds bent on staking out their territories with nesting and family plans in mind.
While all this action is taking place, thunderstorms are forming to bring life-giving rain and nitrogen to the soil so the earth can blaze with beauty and produce bountiful harvests. These all reveal a divine plan that ought to make us aware that we’re far more than accidental offshoots of a bogus big bang. We’ve a wise and loving Creator who is the source and sustainer of life.
Our Lord often appealed to lessons in nature to demonstrate His love, speaking of birds that neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns but are fed by their heavenly Father. His unforgettable parable about God clothing the lilies of the field has comforted many during tough economic times:
“So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these” (Matthew 6:28-29).
In his well known book, “God’s Cure For Anxious Care,” Dr. John R. Rice spoke for many when he wrote: “Believe me, the birds can sing for you again! God can give joy for mourning and beauty for ashes. I tell you earnestly, as one who has had many sorrows but found sweet comfort, as one who is a sinner and has been forgiven, as one who has worried and chafed and fretted and, thank God, who has found peace.”
All trouble is temporary, so spring past your storm to the song.