Let Him easter in us,
be a dayspring to the dimness of us,
be a crimson-cresseted east.
~Gerard Manley Hopkin

There is a fragrance in the air, 
a certain passage of a song, 
an old photograph falling out from the pages of a book, 
the sound of somebody’s voice in the hall 
that makes your heart leap and fills your eyes with tears. 
Who can say when or how it will be 
that something easters up out of the dimness 
to remind us of a time before we were born and after we will die?
God himself does not give answers.
He gives himself.
~Frederick Buechner from Telling the Truth: The Gospel as Tragedy, Comedy and Fairy Tale

Traditionally, Lent does not include the five Sundays before Easter, as every Sabbath, year round, becomes a celebration of Christ’s resurrection.

Let Him Easter in us every week.

This year, spring is slow in making an appearance, seeming in no hurry whatsoever.  Snow remains in residual piles from the flurries of a week ago, the foothills are still white and the greening of the fields has yet to begin. The flowering plum and cherry trees remain dormant in the continued chill. 

Like Narnia, winter still has its terrible grip on us.

We wait, frozen in a darkened world, for a sun that shines and actually warms us from our dormancy.

This is exactly what eastering is.  It is awakening out of a restless sleep, opening a door to let in fresh air, and the stone that locked us in the dark is rolled back.

Overnight all will be changed, changed utterly.

He is not only risen.  He is given indeed.

Why do you look for the living among the dead?  He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you…
Luke 24:5-6

This Lenten season I reflect on the words of the 19th century southern spiritual hymn “What Wondrous Love is This”

Join us on our farm in three weeks, Sunday, March 31, at 7 AM for a
traditional outdoor Easter Sunrise Service