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The Easter Challenge
Every year it happens:
Earth shakes her sleepy head,
Still a bit wintered and dull,
And feels new life stirring.
Every year cocoons give up their treasures,
Fresh shoots push through brown leaves,
Seemingly dead branches shine with green
And singing birds find their way home.
Every year we hear the stories
The empty tomb, surprised grievers,
Runners with news and revelation,
Unexpected encounters,
Conversations on the road,
Tales of nets filing with fish,
And breakfast on a seashore.
And every year
The dull and dead in us
Meets our Easter challenge:
To be open to the unexpected,
To believe beyond our security,
To welcome God in every form,
And to trust in our own greening.
----Joyce Rupp
Every year it happens:
Earth shakes her sleepy head,
Still a bit wintered and dull,
And feels new life stirring.
Every year cocoons give up their treasures,
Fresh shoots push through brown leaves,
Seemingly dead branches shine with green
And singing birds find their way home.
Every year we hear the stories
The empty tomb, surprised grievers,
Runners with news and revelation,
Unexpected encounters,
Conversations on the road,
Tales of nets filing with fish,
And breakfast on a seashore.
And every year
The dull and dead in us
Meets our Easter challenge:
To be open to the unexpected,
To believe beyond our security,
To welcome God in every form,
And to trust in our own greening.
----Joyce Rupp