When I was little I always wondered why God didn’t make the weather absolutely spectacular on Sundays and His holidays. I mean, shouldn’t we be blinded by the beauty of his creation, the rebirth budding of spring on Easter? Shouldn’t the world be blanketed in innocent white, the earth silenced in a covering of snow, anticipating the cry of a newborn on Christmas? Shouldn’t the sun celebrate His holy day on Sunday? I never understood why He would allow sub-par weather, when the earth and elements ached to sing his praises. I love this song by Sandy Patti, it captures Easter so well.
This morning, my humble little place on the earth is being warmed by the sunlight, an occurrence that is far from normal. The sky is a crystal clear blue, and the plants are begging to bud. Easter eggs have been colored and hid, sought and found. Isn’t that like our relationship with Christ? We color ourselves in makeup and clothes, putting our best foot forward as it is. Or in some cases, hiding what we are from the rest of the world with flare and disguise. We wait for some one to find us, the real us behind the stickers and dye. We are hidden in our own world, yet He seeks us daily. He knows our every hiding spot, and the secrets of our heart. He sees the stains left behind when our shells are carefully removed. He seeks us, when we are the ones who should be seeking Him. We wait in silence, but did the earth rejoice to feel Him again?