I held the lily bulb in my hand. There was nothing beautiful about it. Brown and dry and odorless as it was, there was nothing that hinted at what it would become. But, when buried deep in the dark, dank earth, a miracle begins! The silent forces of life gather for a glorious resurrection. A shaft of green bursts from the heart of the bulb, reaching relentlessly for the light. Is there any surer sign of the hope of eternal life than the first, tiny shoots of green from the lily that rise up out of the soil? What looked for all the world like death, held life, safe and hidden, in its core, ready to burst its bonds and live. No wonder the lily is one of our favorite symbols of Easter! June Masters Bacher has said it so well in her poem:
On Easter Day the lilies bloom,
Triumphant, risen from their tomb;
Their bulbs have undergone rebirth,
Born from the silence of the earth
Symbolically, to tell all men
That Christ, the Savior, lives again.
The angels, pure and white as they,
Have come and rolled the stone away
And with the lifting of the stone,
The shadow of the cross is gone!
I think of our dear Lord Jesus, stepping from the tomb that first Easter morning, breathing in the clean, fresh morning air, rejoicing in the light. Oh, what joy must have filled his heart when he took the first steps of his earthly life free from the shadow of the cross that had followed him since birth! What joy fills my own heart when I consider the lilies and know that not everything is as it seems. What is brown and dry and looks like death in my own life holds the promise of new life within and I can hope.
May Easter joy fill your heart with laughter and love!
Pastor Barb <><
Consider the lilies, they neither toil nor spin,
but even Solomon in all of his glory is not clothed like these. Matthew 6:28-29