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by Ger trude M. Puelicher
MAY IS THAT MONTH of the year when God appears on earth to those who have eyes to see and ears to hear. At this point the some might mutter, “Another one of those Pollyannaish theories: it isn’t raining rain to me, it’s raining violets.” Not true. These are just non-believers minus eyes to see and ears to hear, and for so limited an outlook one must have compassion. Before condemning them, however, why not suggest their stepping into a garden with you? See those inquisitive green shoots pushing their way through the soil into the sunlit warmth of a spring day? They are the result of the life-force within them that nudges on their growth until they have fulfilled God’s purpose for them. The identical life-force that nudges our growth. The life that is God, the very life that constitutes your being and mine is at work in this fascinating month of May. Notice those lacy tendrils on the birches? Before one is actually aware of the miracle, those birch branches will be a glorious mass of green leaves in vivid contrast to the clean white bark of the trunk. Birches remind me of buoyant youth on the march just as the tightly curled reddish pink buds on the maple tree put me in mind of a birthday gift carefully concealed in beautiful wrappings. What do the wonders of nature portend? That the life-force that is God is at work not only within us but all around us. God appearing as life, as growth, as beauty,
as joy. If, however, one is spiritually blind, that, alas, is a real loss. And if you are immune to bird calls and trills and songs, if the chirp of crickets and the gentle cadence of katydids arouses no response in your soul, then indeed the spirit within you is in need of revival. No one need be a lump living from dawn to dusk, from birth to death with no understanding of the pulsating life-force that can make of each day a glorious adventure. Why lose the “trailing clouds of glory” with which we came into being? A mind so limited and uninspired that it is unmoved by the loveliness of nature and its orderly precision in reproduction must be entirely barren of any spiritual sense. Such a one would fail to comprehend the full import of David the Psalmist’s statement, “The earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof.” Would it not stand to reason that since the earth is the Lord’s it would necessarily have to be God manifesting, revealing and unfolding not only as individual being but also as nature at its finest? Likewise, would it not stand to reason that only the spiritually minded would be blessed with eyes to see and ears to hear the advent of God on earth? Elizabeth Barrett Browning puts it exactly when she says, “Earth’s crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God.” All we need do is open our spiritual eyes and ears and feel the blessings that come. n E X C L U S I V E LY Y O U R S
