Every spring I find myself searching for just the right adjective to describe the green of newly formed leaves. They stand framed by a clear blue, luminous sky and appear filled with light and life. In the coming weeks they will mature and look more staid and solid, but for now they speak new life in a way I simply cannot find adequate words to describe.
You will no doubt notice the poor dead tree in the foreground. A harsh winter freeze robbed it of life, and there will be no luxurious growth of fresh green leaves or the lovely pink flowers that bloomed in past years.
I feel a bit sad in the face of such a dramatic contrast, but I'm reminded of something that brings me hope. There will be barrenness and suffering and death, but we have the promise of new life. In Jesus, the power of death is subsumed into resurrected life - luminous, beautiful and new. He came to make all things new.
"And He who sits on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.” And He said, “Write, for these words are faithful and true.” Revelation 21:5
"Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in Me will live even if he dies," John 11:25