Tuesday, April 15, 2014


     Here we are, mid-April... rain, changing to ice pellets, to snow before morning... no danger of monotony concerning weather just now in this corner of the world. No matter in which form the wet stuff is coming down, the amount of daylight is increasing for which we are thankful.

     With each sunrise comes hope. When the darkness seems most intense, first light breaks its hold. A gigantic challenge that may threaten to overcome us in the night shrinks as the sun casts off the gloom. The prophet, Jeremiah, declared that he hoped in God because His compassions are new every morning. (Lamentations 3: 22-24)

     Fresh compassion, fresh mercy, fresh grace for each new day... help is ours for the countless things we can neither predict nor control. I heard the story of a child being guided by his father during a terrible storm. The dad threw his coat around his son and held him so the boy was in darkness. He only saw his own feet until his father drew back his protection to show the light of home.

     If we've chosen to accept the open invitation to be a part of the family, Father God keeps His children through the dark times. When Pharaoh refused to release the Israelites and Egypt was plagued with darkness, "all the children of Israel had light in their dwellings." (Exodus 10:23 NKJV) The Apostle John wrote, "God is light and in Him is no darkness at all." (1 John 1:5 NKJV)

     The Lord Jesus stated that He is the light of this world and that those who follow Him, "shall not walk in darkness, but have the light of life." (John 8:12 NKJV) Each sunrise brings with it the natural light we need for the day. In the spiritual realm the One who is light is also rising from His place at His Father's right hand. His return to this earth will dispel darkness forever.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014


     The ice is being taken our of the arena and we've hung up our skates for the season. Sap icicles catch the sunlight on maple trees. I picked the first wee snowdrop although I had to push snow away from the flower to grasp its stem. Hungry robins are scrounging for tiny crabapples produced last year on the ornamental trees. We still have snow, but it is melting. The time for planting in the fields can't be too far off.

     On March 19th I started some heritage tomatoes in pots. When you think about it, planting a seed is quite an act of faith. We poke the seed into the soil, make sure it gets light and moisture... and wait.

     It didn't require faith when I rooted slips of coleus in water in glass jars on the window sill. I could watch their roots grow until each had a healthy mass to plant. Seeds tucked under the earth are another matter. They got the best of my brother when he was little. Our neighbour let him help plant potatoes. A day or two later Paul dug some up to see how they were doing.

     I haven't been guilty of that with natural seed. Can't say I've never dug up the seed planted in my spirit to check on it though. Jesus said, "The seed is the word of God." (Luke 8:11 NKJV) The word doesn't change, but the soil it's planted in may or may not be suitable to produce a harvest.

     To have a heart prepared to receive the word so it will take root, grow and produce the outcome I'm seeking, Proverbs 4:23 tells me to keep my heart with all diligence. Help me, Father, to pull out the weeds of unbelief and keep the soil soft and open to the working of Your Holy Spirit. I choose to trust that excellent fruit will be produced by the incorruptible seed without me being shown how You're bringing it about.