When spring hits. When it really hits. That’s the moment that you experience an explosion of green and yellow, or of purple and white, or of all the outrageous colors imaginable. It’s at this time, the beginning of spring, that I think of the beginning of time. How God, in all the furor and fury of creativity yanked the cosmos from nothingness into being. It’s in the midst of a universe with billions upon billions of galaxies, each containing billions of billions of stars, that God made Earth. And on Earth He made mankind in His image. Then, beyond the imaginable, He came to Earth in person so that He could be glorified on a cross. You might wonder why spring, with all the dainty flowers and green leaves, reminds me of such extravagant power, wonder, glory and grace. I don’t have a very good answer. It’s more of a notion. It’s simply that He makes everything. And, as Pastor Marco spoke of, He makes everything with a purpose.
It’s easy to look up at the night sky and into a vast and endless display of stars. At that moment, it’s easy to be filled with wonder and marvel at the majesty of my Creator. It’s easy to acknowledge that an endless universe certainly has a purpose, if only to inspire mankind to remember who made us. So what’s the deal with flowers and grass? Look at the daisies in bloom and the apparent simplicity of a leaf unrolling. Each single blade of grass, repeated again and again until there’s more grass than can be counted. This astounds me. Each bud, growing into flower, brings me into as great a display of power as seen in the stars. Our God creates each blade or flower again and again and again. During every spring that’s ever been, he’s brought land out of winter and into abundance by repeating the simply beauty of a daisy. And repeating and repeating and repeating and repeating.
G.K. Chesterton wrote this:
“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, "Do it again"; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun; and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.””
Can you imagine it? Our God personally making every single daisy? Every single one, every single year, throughout all of time. Doing it again and again and again? He never gets tired of it. He never loses focus on each one. He does it all with extraordinary joy! He didn’t create a system to take care of itself. He personally takes care of every particle of every daisy. Every single bit of all creation at every moment of time continues to experience God.
So consider for a moment: how much does God want to engage with me? I am His beloved. There’s not one single moment of my life that He isn’t able to reach into. Dare we answer his desire and welcome Him into our own personal springtime? Dare we let the Master of Creation do his great springtime works in and through us?
This spring, invite Him into your heart and let’s see what beauty He grows in you.