Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Just Three Days Difference

You would think that Spring would not surprise me every year.  I mean, I have seen a few of them.  But, still each year the mystery of Spring just radiates in my heart, and I find that the treasure of God's creative hand only gets richer with time.

I was driving for a good bit on a road that I travel twice a week.  The previous trip was filled with browns and greys.  The non ever-green trees were bare barked sticks lining the roadway.  Even the rivers were grey along with the sky.

But not this day.  In the midst of a foggy early haze, the brightest green lay like a new blanket over the hillsides and all through the fields.  Golden sun was peaking through the trees.  The river was a muddy brown and rolling.  Pink buds were bursting on skinny limbs.  It was a whole new world.  Just three days difference, and it was a whole new world.

My heart was instantly pierced and fluffed simultaneously.  Three days makes a world of difference when God is involved.  Death to life in three days.  I know someone that did that...

The grey of the world, the sludge of all that was wrong, the heavy sky pressing down on a fallen people was forcing a rescue or a disaster.  In a tiny stable with young hearts beating frantically, Rescue came on the scene.  It was fragile.  It was human.  It was Divine.

Rescue grew to be a man that few understood.  Rescue dared people to love in ways that nobody had ever loved before.  Rescue was a man that forgave sins and restored souls.  Rescue lifted the chins of the fallen and sent diseased hearts running to Him for relief.  Rescue took beatings and hatred and in return offered grace and Mercy. Rescue was Jesus Christ.

Rescue was not well-received.   He was mocked and betrayed.  He was crucified, and ultimately His very life was taken.  But, that was never the end.  That was only the beginning.  For just three days difference and death came to life.  Jesus made all things new and He touched this world forever with His love-drenched rescue.  It is forever and unending.

When the dead of winter is awakened with pink bursting buds, that is Jesus.  When Friday is bleak and gray full of winter and Sunday is suddenly breathing and green, that is Jesus.  That is Resurrection still rescuing.  He makes this fallen earth so bare become suddenly bursting with new life, and He is ever reaching into humanity offering rescue.

If He can rescue the barren willow tree, then He can rescue me.  If He can speak life to stiffened dirt, then He can speak life to me.  If Rescue can spring forth branches on a withered vine, then Rescue can erect life from my barren soul.

Just three days difference, a world is saved.  The blossoms and blooms trumpet His return.  The bird in flight spreads the banner across the sky that Rescue, that Jesus, is not finished.  His arm is still reaching, His grace is still pouring, and His promise is still being fulfilled.

Come out of sadness from wherever you've been. Come broken-hearted let Rescue begin. Come find your mercy, O sinner come kneel. Earth has no sorrow that Heaven can't heal.  ~ David Crowder, Come As You Are

Just three days difference.....

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