I will love them freely;
for my wrath is turned away from them.
I will be like the dew for Israel:
he shall blossom like the lily;
He shall strike root like the Lebanon cedar,
and put forth his shoots.
These words from the prophet Hosea seemed especially haunting during this morning's Eucharist, as the winds howled and it snowed heavily. We long for the blossoming of an Easter Spring full of Christ's bright presence and warmed by His Mercy.
Photo by Charles O'Connor.
