Yesterday the sun came out. I couldn't help it...I had to go and look! I took my camera round the park, and discovered that, seemingly overnight, spring has begun. After a very long, cold winter, wondering if it would ever end, I found myself out in my hoodie and vest-jacket. I don't know how this mystery happens. But I'm glad it does.
I found myself full of wonder, and sucking in as much fresh, crisp air as I possibly could, knowing that in Glasgow you take days like this as they come, and never for granted. I couldn't help but throw my head back and bask in it.
I also couldn't help but notice that there were trees that had not yet begun to flower, and that there were still dead leaves piled over the grass beneath...signs of death in the midst of this new life. The metaphors were endless.
A phrase from Psalm 1 resounded in my mind... "It yields it's fruit in season"... Creation knows this cycle is continuous. Every year we experience the depths of winter where it feels like spring will never come, and that first spark of green on the branches outside the window, promising that the thaw is coming.
I have listened to many voices this week. This one says the Bible isn't literal, that one says that a particular part of Ezekiel means Christ is coming back within the next 5 years. One says the "emerging church" is dangerous, another says the "traditional church" is a farce. Someone says John Piper is a heretic, and another says Rob Bell will lead to the destruction of the Church. And then there are the voices inside my head: You've not done enough...you question too much...you haven't rested enough...you've rested too much! Aaaaah!