Ah spring. With spring, comes the budding of new life. The staff returns to the deck to eat meals in the great outdoors, the green leaves bud on the great weeping willow trees. I’ve shared before the seasons of camp, how they tie into the literal seasons, and how they reflect spiritual seasons of life as well. Spring is often associated as the most joyous season because of the new growth it brings, as well as the end of the school season (and all the children said ‘Amen’). All seasons bring with them a sense of hope. A faith of that which we hope, will come to fruition. It makes winter bearable, fall purposeful, and summer warm and sweet.

“For there is hope for a tree,
    if it be cut down, that it will sprout again,
    and that its shoots will not cease.
Though its root grow old in the earth, and its stump die in the soil,
 yet at the scent of water it will bud
    and put out branches like a young plant.”
Job 14:8-9

I’m not a fan of taking verses out of context, so lets talk about this beautiful verse. Job is complaining about death, and its’ inevitability to his pals. While he notices the plants sprout forth new life, he is not so sure about his own abysmal life. I so identify with Job, everything around him seems to be growing, but not in his own life; where is his fruit? What Job could not understand, could not even to begin to fathom, was that life after death was assured. The destruction in his life would have purpose because, long after Job’s time, God would provide a perfect sacrifice through his son Jesus, who would make things whole. Job had only come to understand the magnanimous hand of God toward the end of the book. Finally realizing that God is in charge, of the dust of the earth, the snow and rain or lack thereof, and the very fruit of his life; his animals, his crops, his children. He had no idea the shoot that would come from the tree that had been cut down for our sins, would be an eternal branch of salvation. Or that his land and his children would be restored seven fold.

You know that scent of rain? I can smell it now, as it is raining right this instant for the first time in a while. It brings hope. It brings forth life, a branch of a young plant. I don’t know if you have personally been waiting for the scent of rain in the dryness, but it is indeed coming, because the Lord is good, and in charge of all things. Things are about to get real good around here. Full of children, youth and adults getting to be at camp hearing the refreshing word of God. It’s exciting that God will be creating new life, where there was once a stump. There will be a resurrection of souls, because Jesus himself faced death and won.

 Happy Easter to all! Let us be reminded of new life in Christ.