I love Spring. Why can’t it always be Spring?

Spring comes early in South Texas. It was the last Saturday in February and Spicebush Butterflies were feeding on the lovely Texas Mountain Laurels. I was surprised to see butterflies this early. With the sun’s light diffused through thin clouds it was a perfect setting for photography. I grabbed my camera and slowly drew into the scene to capture the black swallowtails on the purple blossoms.
Texas Mountain Laurel blossoms look like Wisteria blossoms. The Laurel tree is a native to Texas and does well in poor soils. At the first of Spring it sends out lovely lavender flowers. Bees, moths, butterflies and other small insects are attracted to the fragrant blooms which herald a revival of life after winter’s dullness.
The Spicebush Swallowtail is another beauty which I love to photograph. I love the iridescent blue found on the back wings located in spots and sometimes in large patches. When I found the butterflies on the Laurel blossoms I knew it was going to be a beautiful scene.
Yet today, two days after the shot, the wind is howling as a cold front blows down from the plains. It should not freeze here, yet they are having a blizzard in the Texas panhandle and Oklahoma (my home state). What a contrast from the nice Spring day last Saturday. It seems that Springtime in this area is often like a war zone. The weather fights back and forth between nice and harsh as if it is a contest to see who will win. So as I write, the wind vibrates noisily through my French doors. Why can’t it just settle into a soft sweet Spring? Why can’t we have Spring forever?
Of course, as a pastor, I see the same scene about me in the spiritual life. I see God moving in people, lives being changed, out-breaks of divine activity. People are coming into the Kingdom. They are seeking God and seeking freedom from destructive living. I believe God is moving. We are on the cuffs of revival. Renewal, like the breaking forth of Laurel blooms fragrance our place. However, at the same time conflicts and stresses keep churning the air, keeping us unsettled. I am certain the Lord can overcome all of this. It seems, though, these conflicts are unhelpful to Jesus’ disciples. Is our lack of conformity to Christ-likeness the fabric which keeps catching these fractious winds? Are we not often conflicted by self and pride, when the beginning of Christ-likeness is humility (Phil 2:1-11)? The spiritual war persists. It is best if the conflict is not formed by the constant contesting of God’s people. Yet Jesus still abides with His people. I look for the day the Spirit’s Spring comes and remains.