The First Day of Spring (May 2018)
Psalm 118: 24 “
This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.” (NIV)
Several people this year have said that spring has been a long time coming. There was, however, evident
and radiant joy among many on Sunday, April 22nd as those who were able gathered for worship on a
bright, sunny, warm, beautiful Lord’s Day morning.
I was reminded that we are called to receive — and to live — one day at a time, and to treasure and
celebrate each day. Jesus, after reflecting on the beauty of the birds and the flowers, said, “Do not worry
about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.” (Matthew 6: 34) It is true that “each day has enough
trouble of its own”, but it is also true that “this is the day the Lord has made”, and we are encouraged to
“rejoice and be glad in it.”
So many of life’s joys are missed or minimised when we fail to “savour the moment” — to fully appreciate
what we have here and now. For the Christian, twiceborn,
we live in the Spirit — in communion with
Jesus who came that we might have and enjoy life abundantly.
In noting that the eldest member of our congregational family, Sylvia Hepburn, is due to mark her 100th
birthday this week, I was encouraged to search out one of her poems.What I found was a rhyme celebrating
“the first day of spring”. Though written many years ago, it brims with enthusiasm for the arrival of the day,
and sparkles with the sense of one rejoicing in this day. Mindful that a hundred years is a long time, and
accumulated wisdom is well worth sharing, may something of her sense of wonder and gratitude inspire all
of us to greet the dawning of spring, and indeed each new day, with joy and gladness.
Jeremiah suffered many trials and had good reason to lament much trouble, yet he affirmed: “Yet this I call
to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his
compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. (Lamentations 3: 2123,
NIV) The secret to sustaining hope was and is to remember that each new day brings new mercies, and we
are invited to rejoice and be glad in this the day which “the Lord has made”.
Your pastor, rejoicing in the gift of each day, one day at a time,
The First Day of Spring
Today is a symphony, today is a poem,
Today is a masterpiece hung in the Louvre,
A blending of colours — delicate hues,
The fresh virgin greens, the gentle soft blues.
Today my heart lifts, as the sun in the sky.
Enchanted, I sing and I dance.
Do I hear
A magical orchestra, starting to play
A tribute applauding this wonderful day?
Today is the day all the world is in rhyme
Could Longfellow write of this sweet scented air,
Or Shelley or Keats find words that will ring
In praise of this glorious, heavenly,
first day of Spring!
poem by Sylvia Hepburn