Spring dawns almost like the sun. Nearly imperceptibly sticks presumed dead furl forth buds. This year they whisper to me: “Glory.” I pause a moment to see if I’ve heard correctly and again they whisper “Glory! Glory!” Then I shiver with goosebumps not from cold but from holy fear and awe. God is once more calling forth his creation! It gives him the praise he is due and as I listen more closely the whisper becomes a SHOUT! “GLORY! GLORY TO THE KING WHO CALLED US FORTH FROM NOTHINGNESS INTO CREATION! GLORY! GLORY TO HIM WHOSE BEAUTY AND MAJESTY FILL CREATION! GLORY!”
As the days progress the cry gets louder, leaves appear and flowers spring up…and while I sit amid the GLORY of my King I realize properly for the first time that the Church has seasons, too. For too long it has been winter. For too long have the branches appeared dead and the flowers dormant. But now I see what springtime in the Church means! It is a small whisper, the whisper of a few- “Glory”- that is an anticipation of the louder cry of many which proclaims the GLORY of our KING.”
By Tirienne Leonard