Once a week I write a pastoral letter to the good people of the West Congregation of the Austin Stone Community Church. I will occasionally add some of those letters here.
Dear West Family
Well, Spring has sprung, the clocks have lurched forward, and we are officially on our march towards Summer. I have been thoroughly enjoying a Texas Spring. We are doing our best to make the most of these days that we have before the sky begins to assault us again with temps and humidity more akin to a Sous Vide bath than to any sort of environment designed for human survival.
I love Spring. It is a season of optimism, newness and resurrection. Things that seemed dead burst back into life, I know this because I now need to mow my lawn every 17 minutes, and that lawn looked as dead as my hopes of picking a winning March Madness bracket just a couple of weeks ago. I love that God put the regularity of dormancy and rebirth into the world that surrounds us. He is reminding us of His kindness, His creative genius, His patience and His loving ability to bring beauty out of things that appear long gone.
We mustn’t have hearts that grow dull to the beauty of His creative hand or the possibility of His recreative impulse. I love what G.K. Chesterton said when speaking of the regularity of God’s creativity. Of seasons that repeat and days that follow days. He essentially said that God is like a child in that He doesn’t grow bored of doing the same things over and over again. We, as adults are the ones who grow tired of repetition, but God doesn’t. Here is what he said.
“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.”
Friends, let’s not grow bored or tired of God’s repeated change of season. Let’s use it as a loving wake up call to get back after our pursuit of Him. Spring screams from the sky that there is possibility of life even if things seem dead.
So, this Spring, start again. Get back in the word, get back on your knees, get back into community. Things may seem dead, the routine may seem dull, but God is bringing new things to be, and He does it again and again and again and again and….
He doesn’t seem to grow tired of bringing us back to life.
Grace and peace.