“Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna in the highest!” What a glorious refrain that we just celebrated on Palm Sunday. Instead of church aisles, maybe you had children march through your house waving branches of some sort to honour Jesus’ “triumphant” entry into Jerusalem.
“He is risen, He is risen indeed” is another refrain that we are about to use as we honour the church calendar season of Lent. Family Easter traditions will be altered this year, sunrise services on the beach will not be happening but, we will still be remembering the sacrifice made on our behalf.
Much is being sacrificed for the greater good of our society right now. Hopefully we will be able to look back and see how we are better off as a result. It might take time to see the results but who knows, maybe our new Easter activities will become a tradition of remembrance.
Today was moving day. Three hazelnut trees were moved a year ago but the last one couldn’t be moved at that time. Instead, it spent the season in a less than desirable location. Today the time finally came to dig up the tree and put it in a new location. The uprooting part was challenging and included a broken shovel and skinned knuckles. In the end, the tree came up with a medium sized root ball and a few less branches.
Even though the tree is now in good soil and close to its friends, the transplanting procedure was rough and there will be a period of decline. It will take time to recover and it will be a few years before hazelnuts will be produced and enjoyed. When that time comes, there will be much rejoicing and enjoyment, even over just a few nuts. This reminds me of Matthew 13: the sower, the mustard seed and the yeast. You might want to take a moment and read through that passage.
Is this a time of God transplanting us? I say “no” as that sounds like a God who sent this virus to challenge and test us. I don’t think that’s how a loving God works. Instead, perhaps he grieves with us and also looks forward to a time of a new heaven and a new earth. In times like this however, it does feel a little bit like we are being uprooted – Easter traditions and all. Perhaps we can all work together to ensure that we end up landing in better soil. The fruit of a stronger community, closer families and more caring neighbourhoods are just a few examples of what might result. Can you think of other fruit that may be growing? It might take time.
Blessings on the journey ahead.