And spring arrived at 7:31 A.M. Spring is nature’s way of
saying “Hey, Let’s party.” (Robin Williams)
That oak tree across the street is getting dressed: it has a
gold/green haze that popped out in what seemed like one day – the drey, or
squirrel’s nest -- is less distinct against the morning sky. And in an email
meditation, I read
When one tugs at a single thing in
nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.
--- John Muir
--- John Muir
I look out the window and see beauty I had no hand in creating
– I am listening to music whose sounds delight and whose origin are another
human’s gifts. Balance, order, and purpose in what I see and hear – until the
news breaks through. And I learn
of troubles that are assailing people
– troubles I didn’t cause, and can’t control or cure. It seems like chaos. So, today’s electronic message
counsels:
Even in the face of day-to-day uncertainties, we are
reassured by the order and symmetry of the universe. The unvarying cycles
of nature --- the precise arrival of this season --- remind us of God's ability
to bring harmony to all things. Through the orderly unfoldment of nature, we
are shown once again that we can rely unreservedly on His wisdom and power, now
and forever.
Nature is a splendid declaration of God’s handiwork – John
Muir, though steeped in the Bible, preferred natural revelation to God’s
word. (Wiki on John Muir) When life
gets crazy and mean, looking at nature
does bring a sense of calm – but what about when people I love get weird. Or,
when I
get crazy and mean?
Staring at a tree only helps so far – and the pain of broken
relationships or thoughts isn’t always lulled away with good music. Here’s
where Scripture helps – it gets at why spring
is so dazzling, but depression
is such a reasonable response when we take a good look at the world around us –
and within us. (See Psalm 19)
The God of my understanding is One who is faithful –
especially in crazy, mean and dark times. Jeremiah described His unfailing
provision in the midst of awful troubles – troubles Jeremiah did not cause and
surely could not control. Jeremiah had a rough time telling Israel the truth
about her coming troubles – nobody wanted to hear it – he wound up in more than
one pit, from which the Lord delivered him. The prophet felt walled in, with no
clear way of escape – and his prayers bounced off the ceiling. Being beamed up
by an extra-terrestrial might have been a huge blessing! But Jeremiah looked to the unseen hand
of God and remembered the mystery of God’s wrath and His mercy. (Lamentations
3)
Some might hope that they will never meet Jeremiah’s God; I
hope I will.
. . . Change and decay in all
around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me. (Abide with Me, by Henry Lyttle)
O Thou who changest not, abide with me. (Abide with Me, by Henry Lyttle)
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