Ah, Spring. Say it, “Spring.” Notice when you speak the word, it bounces from the mouth? One syllable, short and sweet.
Now, “Winter.” Spoken in comparison, the two-syllable word draws longer from the mouth and ends with the lips puckered for the R sound as in B-r-r-r-r. Fitting for the word.
Spring and Easter are on the way, hurrah! With them, for me, there is a certain memory.
On one end-of-March day my plan was to meet a friend for lunch and catch up on things happening in both of our lives. Days had still been quite cold here, but this day was bathed in bright sunshine. After morning chores, I changed clothes and headed to town on the road, oh so familiar. Dreariness of winter was banished by the sun and I happily sang along the way.
There is a saying, “If March comes in like a lion it goes out like a lamb,” but to this March 31st I can attest it was a lion of a day! I have learned that in western Oregon, spring days can be unpredictable. To what degree of unpredictability, I was soon to find out.
The 16 miles of road between my house and city limits snake along curves causing some drivers to travel no more than 25 or 30 m.p.h. This day was just too good to be true–no pokey drivers to follow. In fact I saw no other vehicles until a pretty sharp curve near the 9-mile marker.
Still singing with the music on the radio, I entered the curve and by the time I realized it, there was a 12-foot stretch covered with an inch of sleet and it was too late. Immediately the tiny balls of frozen rain sent my car in a spin! This two-lane country road had little or no shoulder space and a log truck in the on-coming lane.
I gripped the steering wheel, closed my eyes and screamed aloud, “I’m going to smack it!” The car spun off the road, missing the truck but hitting a boulder that sent it (and shoulder-strapped-me) hurling down a ravine. Seconds, that’s all it took and my car landed upright at the bottom of a 10-foot drop.
After replay upon mental replay I concluded that my landing was certainly not what one would expect, resulting in only one cracked rib. Though the car showed little observable damage, the undercarriage had been ripped off. I believe my guardian angels were working overtime!
A major event, I soberly realized how close my life had come to being over.
Although this life event did not happen on Easter, as it approaches I am compelled to review events in Jesus’ life that bring into perspective how small my big events are in comparison.
He performed miracles, feeding a large crowd numbering about four thousand with only a few loaves of bread and fishes, healing the blind and much more that caused people to greet his entry of Jerusalem with the cheer, “Hosanna! Hosanna!,” meaning Save us/Deliver us.
In a short span of time, their cheers turned to jeers of, “Crucify Him!”
After Jesus, the Lamb of God, had been put to death, His followers came to the burial tomb and learned from a young man inside, clothed in a long white robe, “He is not here!” Death had been conquered by the Lion of the Tribe of Judah. Hallelujah!
Whether facing a lion of winter or some other lion-of-life, it is comforting to know the Lion of Judah Who can save/deliver us.
Note: References are from NKJV Mark 11:9, 15:13, 15:25, 16:5-6.
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