We complain about the weather here in Illinois, but I have to admit that despite oppressive humidity, ice storms and threats of tornadoes, I love the change of seasons. Spring is here, and even though I‘ve witnessed over 60 of them, the burst of new life, never ceases to astound me. Not surprisingly, after the monochromatic winter months, it is pure joy to behold color, once again. With camera in tow, daily I scour the landscape for blossoms and buds. Recently I came across this poppy, on the verge of popping, and couldn‘t wait to see it up close. The “hairy“ pod was beginning to part, revealing the wrinkled crimson of the flower within. A transparent membrane protectively held the delicate blossom in place, awaiting the day it would explode in dazzling glory. Spring after spring, we anticipate new life, but it’s only in personal, spiritual rebirth, through believer’s baptism, that we fully comprehend its fullness. Christ gently opens our hard shells, lovingly bringing what’s inside us into beautiful, brand new life. The flamboyant, flouncy poppy will only last a day or two, but hallelujah, our new life is eternal!! “And with him you were raised to NEW LIFE because you trusted the mighty power of God, who raised Christ from the dead.” Colossians 2:12.
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