Harper recently became my new Easter symbol, a butterfly and much more.
Blond, age six, with a gap-toothed grin, she made a chalk drawing of a butterfly—blue, pink and yellow. The drawing, six or seven feet wide, dwarfs her frame as she lies on it and stretches out her arms as if these are her wings.
They are, of course, yours, too, and losing myself in her grin I think I know what God has in mind for us.
Joy, for starters—joy that is the breath of the risen Christ animating our souls above the struggles and drab routines that drain vitality from our limbs. Yes, this, and the peace of knowing, as saints have told us, “All is well.”
And it is, for the Spirit of the resurrected one is breathed, poured abundantly into our hearts so that the mortal clay of our flesh grows bold and our spirits take flight. Our hearts reach out to embrace this life in all its beauty and banality, disappointments and anxieties, loving it all with that love that knows no limits, the love God is.
This joy, this affirmation of life is the gift of this day for every day. I know. Saint Harper tells me so.
—Pr. David L. Miller
Prayer: Breathe your abundant Spirit into us that we may live with joy and love beyond all fear.
To Ponder: Where does the Spirit of the Resurrection touch and lift you into new life? Give thanks for every experience of vitality and joy.