Our maple is swelling, the rhubarb is seeking the sun, the lenten rose if full of bud. How could we doubt his message.
This Easter morning we are listening to recordings of holy week and easter services from years past. Familiar voices from the pulpit, the choir stalls, the balcony. Simple and complex harmonies of praise and thanksgiving. Instrumentation both humble and bold.
Despite worldly turmoil, the sweet benediction of "plenteous redemption" is everywhere here on the ridge.
May you feel it also this Easter day.