God remains a God of reminders.
This is the week we remember Jesus’ passion, and my mind is trained to perform various gyrations during Holy Week. I was asking the Lord to reveal something new for me, something fresh and inspiring.
As I was driving west on Highway 50, it hit me. Literally millions of buds, some open and some closed, encompassed me in every direction. A short month ago, no clue of life in the trees existed. Then almost suddenly, every tree erupts, triggered by spring, into beautiful and fresh new life. In a way, each bud is like a tomb. It's there holding the potential for life inside.
At the proper time as if cued by the heavens, spring explodes with vibrant colors everywhere. I thought, my goodness, I'm surrounded by millions of mini-models of Jesus springing forth from death and the grave.
Paul wrote this: “I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. (Galatians 2:20)
No seed can grow until it dies, being buried in the dirt. There is no proof that life exists. Then a stem bursts from the seed. The seed thrusts it toward the surface. It is then that we see the new life, a plant.
What a great reminder that Jesus died, was buried, and was resurrected to a new, Heavenly and eternal life. and since he has already traveled that path, we are able to follow Him there. Hallelujah. He is risen indeed!
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