Next Sunday marks the end of daylight savings time–a sure sign of Spring along with broods of Easter chicks, rabbits, and candy-colored frocks. March won’t give up without a struggle. I wouldn’t place any bets on balmy temperatures by Easter Sunday, but the young folks in our congregation will be wearing spring fashions regardless. Spring is a state-of-mind with the young.
Spring, the season of rebirth, can be a change-of-mind for anyone of any age who receives the promises of Easter literally. Until I was 23, I thought I had and would have called myself “Christian.” But it was form without substance. After years of wrestling with God as Jacob did, I let God win; and I have never been the same since. Spring is more than a change of season; it celebrates Christ’s death for our sins and His resurrection from the dead to claim His victory and demonstrate His divinity. Christ is alive; and because He lives, we also have everlasting life. That’s something to celebrate.