Pastor’s Pen May 17, 2017

“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of God’s hands.” Psalms 19:1

There’s a bush flowering pink outside my window, fragrant lilacs on the wind: the brilliant sky so unexpected I look away, blinking. So this is Spring. We carry a lightness of being un-shed of winter wool and long johns. For those of you reading this further south than the Canadian border, we were still wearing our woolies and wellies as recently as two days past.

It’s easy to praise God on a day like this. In fact, if caught complaining on a day so ripe with blossom, others will shun you as unbearably odd. It’s easy to express fair weather faith when the sun is shining. Only a remnant of the devoted endure through the harsh season named unceremoniously for mud.

So just for today, stop what you’re doing. Breathe deeply the light and brine, and all things fragrant and bright. Whatever you’re struggling with can’t be that bad. Even mud season in New England comes to an end, the last damp and bitter morning blown to sea.

So just for this moment, drink greedily of spring, choking on mouthfuls of holiness, as all things stretch to greening, at last.

Prayer: God of light and life, open us to your extravagant mercy in every season, down-easter to star bright night. Grant us sufficient faith to trust that whatever we may face, this too will pass, as reliably as the shifting light at dawn’s awakening.  Amen

God’s grace, mercy and peace,

Pastor Anna V. Copeland