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Glorious!

It rained this morning, 37 F degrees outside and everything wet, gray, chilly… In a word, it was dismal. I don’t enjoy weather like that. It can be depressing and make my whole life appear wet, gray, and chilly. I had to go see my doctor again – discouraging – about my back because SAIF – aggravating – said so. It just wasn’t a good feeling. Dismal, yuck.

Thank goodness life is not really like that. On the way back home, it was no longer raining. There was sun and blue skies. Clouds were still there, sure, and some of them were even gray, but there were light gray ones and dark gray ones and some so light they looked more white than gray. Some even borrowed a halo from the sun as they passed beneath it and the earth. All of this beauty encased the earth below, the upright trees winter-stripped, the evergreens proudly dark, the hills bedecked with vibrantly green grass. Everything glistened under that blue and white and gray sky as the water left by this morning’s rain caught and amplified the sunlight. Glorious! It was marvelously glorious!

And life is far more like that than dismal. God has given us many good things.

Fall, Newly Arrived

Last week, the temps were still in the 70’s. It might even have been 80’s. I can’t remember for sure. Fall was occasionally hinted at through the cooler night temps, a certain crispness to the air, and shortened days, but for the most part, it felt like summer. Out in the sunlight, it was outright hot!

It obviously wasn’t summer, though. The pumpkins were picked, the tomatoes littered the canning room, the pink grapes were beautifully ripe, the shelves burst with sun ripened goodness canned into glass – everywhere were the signs of an abundant harvest gathered. Summer was done. It came, it blessed, and it was time to go.

The weather changed last Friday. Fall arrived, fashionably late in gently storming glory, and swept out the last vestiges of summer. Friday was about twenty degrees cooler than its immediate predecessors and wet. Oh, was it wet! Down came the rain, cooling and softening and rinsing. It was definitely time.

Perhaps we’re an odd bunch of ducks here in the Willamette Valley, but I saw a lot of happiness about the rain. My family was smiling. Facebook, which was full of politics, was populated with comments and smilies about the rain. I see it today at work, too. People are happy for the change. There have been lots of comments, accompanied by grins, about hot soup and blankets and sleepiness.

While we all know months of cool and wet weather are now upon us, there are some great things about fall and the rain. It puts a limit on what we can do outside, and by the time it gets here, I’m usually tired and ready to stop the outside madness! Rain means cleaner air after a blue summer sky full of wildfire smoke, agricultural dust, and other pollutants. Fall means that apples are ready, and oranges are coming. It means sweaters and down comforters and woodsmoke. It means wind and weather and oak leaves with their peculiar, earthy scent crunching underfoot. It means hot chocolate and good books and boots. Fall means one last fling before the earth spends its winter hibernating in bed.

Fall is here, folks! Enjoy it!

A Stormy Triumph

When I think of Easter, I think of spring. Easter usually falls in early spring. This year, spring is late enough that the daffodils are massed in full bloom, there are crocus about, and the cherry trees are covered with pink froth. Sometimes, it’s the azaleas and rhodies and tulips we see, but not yet – those are still waiting for warmer weather! Even in warmer years, though, Easter is usually chilly. It often rains, and not just down, but sideways. There’s plenty of mud. Where I live, Easter takes place in a season of storms. That’s what early spring is here.

It’s a curious thing to me, then, that significant parts of the Easter traditions are celebrated outside. Easter egg hunts? Sunrise services? I have vivid memories of being outside in the rain before the sun rose in my Easter getup listening to a sermon… freezing. Easter dresses aren’t usually warm. Hey, they don’t even come in warm colors! The colors are usually drawn from a pastel palette, and the dresses are designed for sunshine and warmer climes.

That expectation, the one of sunshine and gentle life, is another thing that I find curious. Easter is a celebration of life, yes, but in some ways, it is a holiday of horrors and extreme emotion. As Christians tell the story, it’s preceded by a horrible death of a very good man. Jesus was also God and therefore perfect and innocent, and his death, completely undeserved, is considered an atonement for the sins that all the rest of us busily commit. There was great anguish and pain – not only His, but also for His disciples and others who loved Him – present for days. From the cross, an instrument of tortuous, suffocating death, Jesus cried out, “My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?” Pain, abandonment, disappointment, probably fear, maybe betrayal – Christ must have experienced, with dreadful immediacy, the whole, crushing range of dark human emotion until death relieved him of that burden. I imagine his disciples, family, friends, and other followers experienced similar, albeit somewhat less intense, feelings. They loved Him. They’d banked on His promises. Can you imagine how it must have felt to watch Him die? To live with the knowledge that He was gone, dead, and far beyond human reach? That Sabbath must have been a very dark and hopeless day for them.

And then, Sunday morning, something too good to be true happened. The stone in front of Christ’s tomb was moved, an angel was sitting on it, and Christ was walking around talking to the women who came to visit His grave. The man who was dead was again alive. This was stupendous, incredible, fantastic news, and not fantastic in the merely excellent or superlative sense (as in, wonderful news!) but also fantastic as in “so extreme as to challenge belief.” That happened. The disciples did not believe the women who reported Jesus as now living, and two of them had to run see for themselves, to see if this ridiculous story could actually be true. I would guess that, when they saw Him alive, they felt such joy that it hurt. He’s alive! He’s alive.

Easter, to me, seems far too dramatic for pastel shading. I could buy into sunshine, particularly the blaze of glory kind, but not gentle life. I have to admit that, little though I like it, when I think about the process of the holiday, even the yucky weather I’ve often experienced seems appropriate. The menacing clouds, the scoffing wind, the pervasive chill, the weeping of the rain – they all serve well to represent the trial and trying of Christ and His people. When the sun comes out, when it’s brilliant and full and so beautiful it hurts, when it bursts out to bless the flowers and green that are already present, it’s a great symbol of the vibrant, flourishing triumph that is Easter and Christ’s resurrection. He is risen! He is risen indeed!

Happy Easter!