4 W Seminary  St - Liberty, Indiana

Edwards Memorial United Methodist Church

​​​​​​​​​Pastor’s Column:​​

…spring.

​Though the calendar page has only briefly turned March, even now I am in desperate search.  More infuriating than a sock lost somewhere betwixt the dryer and the drawer, more confounding than the twenty-percent off coupon  somehow exiled into the ebony recesses of my wallet, more infuriating than that beguiling bass-bait I placed in the tackle box last fall and now cannot find…is this most elusive of all quarries.  In my mind’s eye I can imagine it, in my heart I can feel it, in my soul I can revel in it, taste it…almost touch it.  In my sleep…I dream of it…
…spring.

In the subtle blush of red in the bramble of the blackberry.  In the greening of the sepals secreting the bloom of the dandelion.  In the bulging of the bud scale on the branch of the boxwood.  In the birthing of the fox squirrel, the banter of the bobwhite, and the stirring of the litter in the den of the vixen.
…spring.

In the warming of the days.  In the cruel, crushing snow of the High School Basketball Regional week-end.  In the… “There, can you hear it?  The first peeper of…
…spring.”

A favorite poet of mine better describes that for which I am in search.  I invite you to pray his prayer with me this month of March, as together, we wait, for…
…spring.​


A Prayer In Spring

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; 
And give us not to think so far away 
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here 
All simply in the springing of the year. 

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; 
And make us happy in the happy bees, 
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird 
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill, 
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love, 
The which it is reserved for God above 
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil. 

Robert Frost.


And remember,
        He’s Coming Back!



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Pastor Scott Bell​​​​

March 1st, 2020