Seasons skip on in then run away. We often fail to notice their arrival, and rarely savor their presence. We speak of their sudden departure with shock, and frequently refer to the next season as the one which will transform our lives and spirits, which of course they seldom do.
Yet there are some years, for whatever the reason, we long for a season to arrive. Our waiting is bloated with desire. This year was such a year for me, as my excitement for Spring to arrive became a waiting game filled with anticipation.
I refuse to complain about April snows – We have them every year. I endure the messy mud and greyish-brown landscapes. I act as though forty degrees is balmy, and politely ignore the chill I feel when the wind still bites my cheeks.
Each Spring, I promise myself to worship the crocus, forsythia and daffodils, and sing the glorious praise of the brief but beautiful tulips. I inhale the smell of lilacs and get goosebumps at the thought of branches swarming with pale pink and coral blossoms. I want to feel gentle breezes and the foreshadowing of a summer of splendor, however short.
Why the urgency for me this year for the arrival of Spring? It was about the ugliness and mean spiritedness of current times, the endless squabbling, the rampant rise of racism and sexism, an inability for all sides to communicate with each other. I am weary of greatness being thought of solely in terms of money and stuff.
I look to Spring as an opportunity to lift me to higher ground. Maybe the freshness will inspire me, fill me with a belief of becoming better people, creating a better place. Maybe the newness of God’s Spring palette will point me to higher ground – beauty always has a way of doing that. Maybe it is just change I seek – transformation – the earth being draped greens, the skies becoming a softer blue, the rains reduced to sprinkles. Maybe what I need so badly is an experience of God’s will and not my own.
There is magic in Spring, a miracle of a kind. Its mysteries free us to celebrate our humanity and give pause to thank the Divine. We must be better than all the craziness going on. We cannot cling much longer to the notion of ignoring the conditions of the planet, or thinking that war creates peace, or God has forgotten all about being committed to the poor.
Spring has the opportunity to bring us back down to earth. Humus is the name for earth, and also the root of the concept of humility. God is loudly proclaiming our culture’s desperate need to acquire some humility. Less is more. Keep it simple. Learn to compromise. Choose to serve. Give until it hurts. Make a genuine sacrifice.
Spring is dependable. It shows up in swatches of buttery yellow, daffodils trumpeting and fireworks of forsythia announcing their presence. Maybe this year, we notice, and let our souls applaud, accepting Spring as Divine, dependable and beautiful.
Reverend William R. Grimbol has spent the past 30+ years helping people create and develop strong spiritual connections with loved ones and God. He is also a published author, with over a dozen books to his credit.