On the third day He rose from the dead and the world comes back to life as well. How beautiful that we prepare to celebrate the Resurrection when nature resurrects, too. It’s as if Good Friday is the dreary winter we’ve been slogging through– hoping through– when suddenly, one day, the sun comes out and the earth smiles again. We step outside of our houses and let the warmth touch our skin free and unfettered. The trees wear joy as if they’ve too escaped the bondage of grey skies. But even if the winter ground grows dormant and cold, the roots remain rested, waiting to color the world for such a time as this–at Easter–when the winter-weary earth celebrates new life for all.
“You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands” (Isaiah 55:12).