The weather cooperated nicely with Easter yesterday. We couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day. The sun was bright, and warm, and unhindered by clouds. The air was dry and warm. Sounds of life buzzed through the still naked, but hopeful trees. Shoots of green stretched up from the dirt, yawning from a long, long winter sleep.
Easter is the celebration of new life. It is the birth of hope renewed. Jesus’ death, burial, and resurrection is the quintessential image of the annual cycle of God’s redemptive process in creation. Pastor Mark, our senior pastor, reminded us, in his Easter sermon, that the resurrected life does not come with fanfare, in an instant. It is the slow, quiet process of growth. It begins in the silence of the seed pod breaking open and the unnoticed tomb stone rolling away. It is the hidden struggle of the sprout searching for the surface. It is the fragile and gradual struggle to become a seedling.read more
It happened. I saw five goslings today. I didn’t even know the geese had laid eggs yet. There has not been one nice day since the Monday after Easter. It has been cloudy, rainy, and cold. I walked several days in the cold, but I did not see any geese at my pond. Last week, on May 5th, I saw two geese circling the smaller pond about a quarter-mile up and across the road from my pond. I wondered if they were looking for a nest.
Today, of course, I didn’t bring my phone, so I missed my chance to take a picture of these little, yellow fluff-balls. I didn’t bring my phone because I have so much to do today–Confirmation interviews, Youth worship service, preaching, and my son’s last high school musical performance of his career–that I didn’t want to take the time to grab my phone or carry it with me.read more
I saw four new goslings at the pond today. First, I saw two pair of geese that did not have any goslings. Then I saw the pair with five goslings. I assume they are the same five I saw last week. Then, a little further down the pond, another pair of geese waddled along with four little, yellow fluff balls sputtered along between them.
Both families slid through the reeds, into the pond, and made a smooth path to the other side of the lake as I approach. There were no trios today. I wonder where those third wheels went? Were they protecting, competing, or just left out?read more