In the bulb there is a flower, in the seed, an apple tree; in cocoons, a hidden promise; butterflies will soon be free! In the cold and snow of winter, there’s a spring that waits to be, unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see. There’s a song in every silence, seeking word and melody; there’s a dawn in every darkness, bringing hope to you and me. From the past will come the future; what it holds, a mystery, unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see. Hymn of Promise by Natalie Sleeth #707 United Methodist Hymnal
Spring was here and gone quickly it seems as 84 degree days take over. In spite of the heat, the spring flowers and budding trees work hard to remind me that God is revealing something amazing. Melting snows that flow down the mountain streams, chirping birds, the scent of flowering trees, and the warm sun on my face are all reminders that God continues to create even today.
When another spring snowstorm made driving the mountain passes treacherous, Hymn of Promise came to mind. Crossing Vail Pass at 10 to 15 miles per hour a week ago was something like darkness at the time, but it also offered the hope of filling reservoirs and perhaps another run down the slopes at A-Basin for some people.
In this time of turmoil in our United Methodist Church, Hymn of Promise, also points out that though things seem a bit bleak to many people, there is a mysterious new future yet to be revealed for our denomination and for our church. We may not see it right now, but God does. In the seeds planted by the actions of General Conference, something new is about to be birthed. I’m not sure what it is, but still I proclaim, “Thanks be to God!”
Peace, heiwa, shalom, pax, salaam,