Just as different seasons in the church year have their own feel and theology, so, too, do I believe that the seasons of nature have their own theology. It’s no secret that each season feels and looks different. There’s a variety of smells and tastes and sights that go along with the seasons of nature.
We dress differently.
We take part in different activities.
We eat different seasonal foods.
We take part in different treasured traditions.
Each season teaches us something about mother Earth and our place in this world.
Each season teaches us something different about the cycles of life and death.
The season of Spring is upon us (although in some parts of the US it’s a bit slow in coming!). Spring, that season full of new life and beauty and color and vibrancy. Spring, that season that delights in newness and fresh starts. Spring, that season that teaches us to wait.
Spring, that season that shows us that hope looks like a tiny sprout in the garden and the yellow of daffodils and blue skies.
Spring, that season that sounds like birds chirping and children playing.
Spring, that season that smells like freshly cut grass and barbecue smoke.
Spring, that season that feels like a warm breeze and a light drizzle.
Spring, the season of hope.
And so in spring’s theology we are taught that waiting is never wasted. That the cold, dark days and nights will lead to light and growth. That what seems fallow and useless will turn to growth. That the sun will shine again. That new life will begin with the smallest hint of life. That from the smallest seeds and sprouts we will see fruit.
The theology of spring brings us face to face with our neighbors. Spring invites us outside. To feel the air and to see the sunshine and to meet others in that warmth and light. Spring teaches us that life is best experienced in the company of others. Sitting on the grass with a friend. Sharing a meal under a tree. Tilling the garden with the family. Scattering seeds with children. Walking the dog and greeting our neighbors.
Spring’s theology encourages us to share our lives with others.
Spring the season of new relationships.
Spring always surprising us.
Spring always returning.
Spring always reminding us that death never has the final answer.
Spring inviting us to see and taste and smell and touch and feel the beauty.
Everywhere.
Kimberly Knowle-Zeller is an ordained ELCA pastor, mother of two, and spouse of an ELCA pastor. She lives with her family in Cole Camp, MO. You can read more at her website or follow her work on Facebook.