Seeing the Son in the Sunshine

     The time of year that Easter falls is entirely fitting.  A few days ago it was nearly eighty degrees and completely cloudless outside, and today it is thirty-three, snowing, and completely sunless.  Completely unpredictable and untrustworthy, but the inevitable march toward summer proceeds underneath all of that.
     Compare the weather of Easter with the experience of Christ during this time.  A few days separate a crowd in a burning passion, giving glory to God with their entire being and a crowd whose hearts couldn't be any colder towards an innocent man.  That Palm Sunday two of His best friends were some of the loudest voices in the procession, a few days later the only thing they voiced was their aversion to Him.  And in this modern day we sing and call out "amens" on bright Sunday mornings, but the thoughts and actions we take during the nights of our week bring a different tune to the ear of our Creator.
     Despite all of this duplicity towards Him, the grace and love of the Son marches on without ceasing, like the Sun towards the height summer, ushering in the new life of spring.  Look out on the budding trees and flowers this week and offer you heart in praise for the new life that we have budding inside of us, pointing toward the promise of an eternal summer in the full glory of the Light of the World.