A Word From the Pastor

May 2014

 

 

Now the green blade riseth, from the buried grain

Green? Really? Where?

 

After a long, harsh winter we are all eager to see the green blade rising but spring is taking its own sweet time in coming. As I write we are a few days away from Easter and the earth is only beginning to show signs of coming back to life. Some years you wouldn’t expect to see much in the way of spring because Easter can be as early as March 22nd. But this year Easter is almost the latest it can be (latest is April 25th). So you might expect to see more signs of the season all around us.

 

Well, the signs are late in coming but they are not absent. I’ve been watching the branches of the tree outside my office; they went from snow-covered, to bare, to the slightest red outgrowth and now small, red buds. Spring is on its way.

 

The green blade is rising and we are grateful to see it. The hymn “Now the Green Blade Riseth” is an Easter hymn written by John M. C. Crum who was a Priest in the Church of England back in the first half of the 20th Century. It is set to the tune French Carol which is a slower-paced, meditative melody. That is probably why we don’t sing it much, preferring the more upbeat tunes for Easter. But it is a beautiful hymn; see the words printed to the left. It shares the connection of the earth coming to life again and Jesus rising from tomb. “Love who had been slain, … Love is come again.” And check out the last verse. “When our hearts are wintry, grieving or in pain, Jesus’ touch can call us back to life again.”

 

May the Great Fifty Day Celebration of Easter bring you the hope and joy of new life and the possibility of love rising again!

 

Now the Green Blade Riseth

Now the green blade riseth, from the buried grain

wheat that in the dark earth many days has lain;

Love lives again, that with the dead has been:

Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green.

In the grave they laid him, Love who had been slain,

thinking that he never would awake again,

laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen:

Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green.

Forth he came at Easter, like the risen grain,

Jesus who for three days in the grave had lain;

quick from the dead my risen Lord is seen:

Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green.

When our hearts are wintry, grieving, or in pain,

Jesus' touch can call us back to life again,

fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:

Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green.

 Peace, Lynda