The language of the cross may be illogical to those who are not on the way to salvation, but those of us who are on the way see it as God’s power to save. As scripture says: I shall destroy the wisdom of the wise and bring to nothing all the learning of the learned.
1 Corinthians 1:18-19
The intricacies of ice have laden the wild cherry trees all night. They give way in the depths of our turning toward the light breaking. There is a giving way when God wants to come in, to come close. The bush is on fire but not consumed. His presence radiates but does not consume us in the act of giving Himself away. We have a choice. May our transformations break our selves of selves, so we may choose to live in Christ Jesus, like so many branches shimmering and bending low against the ground.
The wild cherry tree
to the gathering ice.
The ice gives way to the sky.
The sky gives way to the light.
The light gives way to life.
Life gives way to dying.
Dying gives way to stillness.
Stillness gives way to presence.
Presence gives way to God.
God gives way through Christ Jesus
rising above all darkness
from His cross.