The Hope of Glory

By Elaine Knudtson

20190415_093622If you promised summer when I’d only known winter,

I’d laugh at the thought of leafless twigs transforming from black to green.

I’d ignore the promise of songbirds filling the silence of dark mornings.

I’d doubt that ice and snow could melt into puddles of crocuses, buffalo beans and dandelions;

That day could conquer night,

That the cold earth could become the cradle for new life,

That melancholy could give way to joy.

But then spring came.

Although rain, clouds and cool nights linger,

I begin to believe in miracles and start to listen to foolish promises of glory buried deep within the eternal hope.

I remember summer.

 

Romans 8: 19-21: The creation waits in eager expectation for the revelation of the sons of God.  For the creation was subjected to futility, not by its own will, but because of the One who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God.…

 

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Paul was a preacher and teacher until he retired in 2015. He continues to write and listen to what God is saying to him in the ordinary and extraordinary things of life. Elaine was a public school teacher and administrator until she retired in 2018. She is using her retirement to reflect on God's work in her life and to share insights with her family and friends.

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