Promise of Spring

Promise of Spring

March 23, 1975.

Palm Sunday.

Spring Day, Beautiful Day.

Birds chirpping.

Sun shining, 

not a cloud in the sky.

Promise of Spring.

A five year old boy,

"Will you play with me?"

Promise of Spring.

Two friends,

a swingset, 

a sandbox,

Promise of Spring.

Children hiding eyes

Mommies hiding eggs.

Promise of Spring.

A story,

A donkey,

Children

and Palm Branches.

Promise of Spring.

Mommy is hurt.

Daddy is crying

while three lost children wait.

Promise of Spring?

A ride, a siren

A little boy asks, 

"Daddy, will you remember my Easter Basket?"

 Eyes close.

Promise of Spring?

A week later...

An altar, Preacher Daddy,

and three broken children,

"This is my Body which was broken for thee,

eat thou in remembrance of me..."

"This is my Blood that was shed for thee,

drink thou in remembrance of me..."

A mother in a hospital bed,

a cracker, and grape juice,

A vision...

A little boy walks hand in hand

with Jesus.

Yes, Promise of Spring.

When I survey the wondrous cross,

On which the Prince of glory died,

My riches gain I count, but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,

Sorrow and love flow mingled down;

Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mind,

That were a present far too small; 

Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Sheila Walsh says, 

"As our Passover Lamb, Jesus connects us to God

and to each other through the pure,

spotless, and perfect sacrifice of Himself.

Despite how your might feel in your 

times of deep pain, you are NEVER alone.

Broken, shattered dreams 

for a family of six

and a little boy five.

Promise of Spring?

YES!

PROMISE OF SPRING!

"Because He lives, you may live also."