My faith feels frozen. I am weary and discouraged. I don't see fruit in my life. I don't see growth. For one who knows the Truth, I seem to have a lot of unanswered questions.
But spring reminds me of something: at the end of winter, when things seem most bleak, when it feels like the world will always be grey, things are changing beneath the surface where we still can't see them. And then, from what seemed to be dead, lifeless, hopeless, new life appears.
Then, of course, there's the story when death appeared to have won.
And Joseph bought a linen shroud, and taking Jesus down, wrapped him in the linen shroud and laid him in a tomb that had been cut out of the rock. And he rolled a stone against the entrance of the tomb. Mark 15:46
Death. A Tomb. The end.
Except, it wasn't. It was only preparation for the most glorious beginning.
But the angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you seek Jesus who was crucified. He is not here, for he has risen, as he said. Come, see the place where he lay. Then go quickly and tell his disciples that he has risen from the dead, and behold, he is going before you to Galilee; there you will see him. See, I have told you.” Matthew 28:5-7
And so, this Easter, I'm rejoicing. I'm rejoicing that I serve a living Savior. I'm rejoicing that my God is in the business of redeeming hopeless situations. I'm rejoicing that when things seem most desperate, God is working behind the scenes and below the surface and someday his glory will come bursting through.
For God is working in you, giving you the desire and the power to do what pleases him. Philippians 2:13
You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you so that you might go and bear fruit—fruit that will last—and so that whatever you ask in my name the Father will give you. John 15:16
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