We’ve been using pussy willows on the altar this Lent. At first, the cut branches look dead, yet, as time goes by in their vase of water, the catkins begin to grow. Then the catkins fall off; and leaves come in, and roots grow longer. New Life, where it had seemed there was only death.
They didn’t all grow at the same rate; some branches are much farther along in their growth than others.
We are like those branches in the vase. As people of God, our spiritual lives grow at different paces, at different times. Yet, all of us are deeply loved by Jesus who knows each one of us by name, who was willing to die on a cross for us, to bring us to new life.
Seeing God in the Ordinary 