Two weeks ago, my crocuses were blooming. One week ago, my daffodils were bursting through the mulch and getting ready to soar. Five days ago, the entire city was covered in ice and snow that lay on my flowers like a burial shroud.
Think it's coincidence that Lent falls in the spring? This is a time for renewal, for fresh awakenings, and for new beginnings. A heavy snowfall this late in the spring can mean death, but this is a season of life and a season for resurrection. The flowers lost beneath the snow are rising once again.
And that, my friend, is a parable.
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