There is something about this day that gives me energy The green shoots push up through the leaves, an occasional warmth is woven in the winds, and the birds start singing in earnest — all of it gives us hope, which we will need for the duration because:
So:
Jesus is coming. Get busy.
What if God was one of us?
Jesus is *here*-- work with the man! (I know, I know, we're in Lent, it's not Easter yet, but ritual is for memory, not flat-footed fleshy facts.)
I hope we will be driving to a nature preserve pretty early, where they're reputedly rich in waterfowl and songbirds. I think I saw a booted eagle today.