Nine days until Spring and our third blizzard in ten days is about to hit. In New England we pride ourselves on our ability to endure. But truth be told, this winter is stretching the patience of the most hardy among us.
Yet there are signs of Spring all around. In my backyard the call of newly migrated birds greet me. Even in the midst of the storms, the birds are busy building nests and looking for a mate.
In my garden tulip bulbs planted last Fall are emerging. Tomorrow they’ll be blanketed by up to a foot of snow. The snow however won’t last. The tulips will continue to rise and perhaps in time for Easter, break into bloom.
Spring we know is both a season and a metaphor for what ails us. Watch the news and listen to the most recent political pronouncements and it’s enough to believe that sanity and hope is lost.
Yet Spring is coming despite another snow storm and despite the craziness in Washington D.C. As a person of faith, I believe that the Spirit is always at work, preparing the way for that which is life-giving. Theologians have a term for this prevenient grace, the deep-seated belief that there is more going on than meets the eye.
Underneath the fear mongering of politicians and the seeming complacency of so many, the Spirit is at work. Alison my friend and a rabbi, reminds me that the creative breath, ruach, that brought the cosmos into being continues to be at work. In my Christian tradition we speak of the Holy Spirit, God’s own breath being breathed into creation including regular folk like us.
This is all to say that chaos, injustice and despair will never have the final word. Soon the big storm will come with a forecast of high winds and deep snow. But underneath the snow the tulip grows. Praise be!