Spring

As Spring has bloomed in Southwest Mississippi, I rejoice to see things which were dead come to life again.  We are blessed to see the beautiful picture of the resurrection.  Not only life, but vibrant, beautiful, majestic, glorious life.  The colors of Fall show our fall by age and death.  Gradually, we all fade as a leaf.  With it comes the beauty of wisdom and faithful worship.  But the beauty of Spring far out reaches the colors of Fall, as the beauty of the resurrection far outshines the beauty of life in the church.  Although the Spirit quicketh, it is surrounded by the body of our death.  In the resurrection, we will be changed in a moment into the glorious image of our Lord Jesus Christ.  While Spring is but a picture of the resurrection, it does reveal several things.  There are so many colors which bloom forth. Jesus said that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed as one of the lilies of the valley.  Each blossom is more glorious than any righteousness of man.  Each one is but a glimpse at the divine character of Jesus Christ our Lord.  I would not presume to identify every color with a characteristic.  However, with some colors there are certain aspects of the work of Christ that come to mind when I see the beauty of Spring.  The crimson colors of some of  my wife's roses and the fields of clover that I gaze upon as I travel the undulating roads of Mississippi remind me of the pure blood of Christ which was shed for me.  The white flowers of Spring make me ponder the righteousness of Christ and perfect obedience which he freely gave to me in the new birth.  The purples make me rejoice that my king reigneth and is coming back to receive me unto himself.  The golden yellows remind me that I have an inheritance with the saints of God in heaven.  So many wonderful beauties to behold, it is little wonder why we drink from the saucer.  Our God is so GREAT!