“And as they went to tell his disciples, behold, Jesus met them, saying, All hail. And they came and held him by the feet, and worshipped him.”
We have never taken it for granted that Easter Sunday comes in the springtime. And what a beautiful and moving day that first Easter Sunday was: with its dawn gathering up the mysterious darkness of Calvary and hushing all its voices of distress; with the open tomb smiling understandingly and sympathetically on the dear perplexed faces and loving hands standing there with the spices and ointments for the dead; its fragrant light of hope and healing caressing every good and honest heart; when the profane denials have been forgiven, when the tears of remorse have turned to smiles, when the warm fellowship has been restored.
Yes, Resurrection Sunday comes in the springtime: the time of the gladness and singing of the birds, the lilies and the jonquils, the tulips and the violets, the rich green of lawn and field and valley, the buds of hillside and orchard; the quietness of twilight and evening, the softness and sensitiveness of the beautiful lamp, and the tender appeals of the strains of the great music. What a time of hope and cheer and joy it is!
He rose and left the tomb on a special morning. “He is not here.” He’s been gone some time. He won’t be back here. He’s finished with His business here. He’s out somewhere—watching the morning star, listening to the stir in the sparrows’ nest, contemplating the coming of dawn, reflecting on the lily’s clothing, and—getting ready to go back home. You’ll find Him before the day is done. And don’t you worry; everything is in hand; He knows His business, and He loves it. You’ll recognize Him when you see Him; He’s the same as He always was—loves to talk, and teach, and preach, and loves to dine out with friends. You’ll find Him before the day closes.
Blessed be God! Blessed be God for all the light and hope, for all the understanding, sympathy, and healing, for all the fellowship of men and angels.
This is Resurrection time.
Smith, Noel. “In the Springtime.” The Best of Noel Smith. Norma Gillming, 1985. Originally published in the Baptist Bible Tribune, April 4, 1958.