Hope for a Dying World

Grabbed a plate of hash browns and some coffee today in a local coffee shop…. This week you can feel something different in the air.

Spring comes slowly and deliberately to Michigan. But it comes. The redbuds won’t open and the dogwoods won’t blossom, the flowering pear won’t flower until mid-May but still, the days are warmer.

Last night we started a fire. But soon it won’t be chilly at night and we will open the windows and migrate out into the back yard and chat with the neighbors on the walk out front. The forsythia will open bright yellow. The birds will fill the trees. The grass will green and grow. The laughter of children will drift through the windows with a hint of lilac. The smell of grilling meat and cut grass will linger on the evening air.

Tomorrow many of the faithful of Evangel who can will gather to sing and pray and read the Scripture in reverent worship. I will preach and the choir will sing. It will be Good Friday. The Evangel auditorium is decorated with fresh spring flowers. Sunday is Resurrection Sunday.

I finish my coffee and pray over the noisy breakfast crowd… “Lord, open the hearts of people to deeply understand what this is all about.”

Now more than ever people need to see the the One who conquered death is the only hope of this dying world.