The voice of my beloved!
Behold, he comes,
leaping over the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
My beloved is like a gazelle
or a young stag.
My beloved is mine, and I am his.
(Selected verses from Song of Solomon 2)
It’s the season of resurrection, new life erupting everywhere. Trees that stood naked all winter, now swell with sap, color budding. Seeds long asleep, hidden from sight, warmed by sun on soil and softened by rain, their tender shoots break through dry husks, inching their way toward the light.
And we, who hope in Christ, remember His death on a naked tree. We remember a tomb that could not keep Life from bursting forth. We inch our way toward Easter and its promised Light, and the earth itself proclaims. Winter is past. The flowers appear. Death cannot hold its prey. Behold, He comes!
Soon. Very soon.
Preparing for Easter in community at A Holy Experience.