Can you believe this crazy weather?” It’s a question, or one similar to it, which I am sure you have heard uttered many times over the last few months. Of course, the last several months have produced an awkward weather pattern, or at least it seems that way. Much of last year, we were inundated with levels of rain that we had not experienced for decades. So much so, that I heard Lowes and Home Depot were running specials on gopher wood, and animals were searching some of the travel websites for a cruise with double occupancy staterooms (if you miss those allusions, I invite you read about a really heavy rainstorm found in the Bible). Then came winter. We knew if we continued to have that same amount of precipitation along with the colder temperatures, we would be in for a mess. The cold air came and the weather left. The wet weather returned, but the temperatures rose to spring-like levels. Then the thermometers took a nose-dive and the rain became ice crystals. Soon it warmed up, only to plummet again with more frozen precipitation. We rocked and rolled so much with the uncertain weather patterns, our closets and bureaus were over-packed with winter and spring apparel. Our sense of fashion was thrown to the wind, as I spied one young lady sporting a sweatshirt and shorts. Evidently she was going to be at least half-prepared for whatever Mother Nature decided to throw her that day.
It was on one of those cold and gloomy days that we had almost become accustomed to, and where the snow had lain on the ground long enough, that I began to experience a bit of SADness. I am sure you have heard of SAD by now. It is an acronym for Seasonal Affective Disorder. Some call it the “winter blues”; others call it “spring fever.” Whichever is your preference, it makes no matter, but one thing is for sure, it is a real condition. I walked outside, just to try to attempt catching a bit of sunshine to boost my Vitamin D levels. But the more I walked around the frozen and lifeless terrain, it seemed, the gloomier I became. As I looked around, I wondered, where is spring? Where is some sign that life will return? The coldness of the brisk and frigid air was chilling to the bone, so I decided to return to the warmth of my unnaturally heated home. So, slowly I began to slosh my way back through the ankle deep snow.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of something that seemed out of place. It was rather miniscule in size, especially against the vastness of the white blanket of snow that stretched as far as the eye could see. But it was there—color—and a radiant color at that! I trudged over to this now- captivating sight, halfway expecting to find only a corner of a dog toy breaking through the icecap. As I came close enough to it, though, a broad smile erupted across my face. The source of this enticing spray of color was not anything man-made at all. It was a flower, a real God-created flower! What I was now beholding was my favorite of all flora—the mighty crocus. I love the crocus! Why? It’s not because it is the most beautiful of all plants, nor does it grow to any great size or bloom for a very long time. No, the reason it demands my highest admiration is because for me, this little flower is the boldest of all plants. Though it seems all other perennial plants sleep through the winter, waiting for the warmth of the sun to wake them from their slumber, the indomitable crocus has the audacity to proclaim life in the very midst of death—hope in the presence of despair! That’s why the crocus shall forever receive my highest regard.
Of course, any follower of Jesus will see the correlation between the unflinching tenacity of the crocus and the pertinacious hope of the Cross. I believe that’s why, whenever I am blessed to witness this resolute bloom, my spirit is refreshed as I recall the third verse of Keith Getty’s and Stuart Townsend’s In Christ Alone…
There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain:
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave he rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me,
For I am His and He is mine –
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
May the Risen Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ, bless you and give you hope all of your days.