Life on "Low Sunday"

Yesterday, as we walked toward the front door of our church building, a violet crocus had poked up through the soil where just days before a ridge of snow had been piled.  There were baskets of pansies on either side of the door to greet us.  The signs of life were apparent, even on a Sunday that is often considered to be "low" after the exuberant joy of Easter Sunday.

Once inside the sanctuary we were greeted with more life.  Our congregation had a larger than anticipated crowd of congregants.  The praise band played with joy and taught us to sing a new song in a new day.  Seven new members joined the church.  We heard about the faith of Thomas and came to a greater appreciation for his discipleship.  The Communion Table was spread and shared.  The Risen One was among us.  There was life--joyous, glorious life--even on Low Sunday.

In the afternoon, I attended the Installation of Rev. David Keller at South Newbury Union Church.  This was no ordinary installation, but a service overflowing with promise, energy, and life.  So many came to witness and celebrate the new covenant that was made.  It was probably the final formal service of the Sullivan Association (our oldest) as it soon will merge with other Associations; yet, there was life in the service.  There was hope.  There was the possibility of a new future, a new beginning--the joy of resurrection.  The Risen One was there!

Sometimes, when I least expect it--even on Low Sundays and Mondays--life breaks in and breaks out.  The Risen Christ comes and leads my heart to deeper joy and renewed hope.  Resurrection is the reality that changes the heart and transforms the world.  It is so!  Alleluia!