At last, a sign of Spring: a little green shoot has poked its head out in our daffodil patch.
When I was rereading C. S. Lewis earlier this week, I came across a passage about our "first fervor" for God. Many of us can remember moments when God felt very near and we were excited to be Christians. Perhaps we recall a childhood full of wonder, the passion of our conversion as adults, God's presence with us in a difficult time, a golden age in the life of our community. Lewis encourages us to treasure those memories, but not to hold onto them too tightly or wear ourselves out trying to recreate them. Like the bulbs that wait out the winter underground, our faith naturally dies back for a time. It will grow again in new and surprising ways, but we can not force it along. Don't start digging up the bulbs in your impatience, Lewis says. Wait, and the flower will come.
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