[Seasons: Summer VII]
When winter has frozen our vision, chilled our excitement, and altogether laid dormant our dreams, nothing ahead of us matters. When winter descends on life—and we all go through dark winter seasons—there is no pep talk or mantra that can motivate us. All we have in those cold seasons is memory. Memory of summer.
Summer is the hope of winter. Summers past and the promise of summers in the future.
Death has but one antidote: life.
Darkness: light.
Crucifixion: resurrection.
The power of Easter is not in spring. Spring can speak for itself. The power of Easter is the promise it holds when our hope is buried under snow and ice in January.
