Deep Purple –
This morning I turned on the water for all the outside faucets in a friend’s yard. As I waited for the water to reach the spigots I heard the unmistakable sound of gushing water. This is not what you want to hear after turning the water on for the first time since winter. Using my ears I could tell it was a pipe running under the deck. I loosened some sideboards which allowed me to see under the deck and sure enough, there was a busted PVC elbow that connected two pipes. Sigh. I was able to find all the pieces I needed without going to the hardware store and began sawing, drying, applying a deep purple primer and putting the new fittings together. I turned on the water for a quick test and it went to the outside spigots and then turned it off to apply some cement putty and ensure it won’t, hopefully, crack, bust, leak, at least for the summer.
As I squirmed and worked under the deck I thought about how all of us at one time or another, one season or another, end up being dry because our source has been diverted. What’s required is listening, heeding, discovering where the leak is so that it can be fixed. It’s often not an easy job but a necessary one.
All this week, and especially tomorrow, parents will be taking their kids to local church, community organizations and family events for a traditional Easter egg hunt. Children of all ages will be given a basket, plastic bag or satchel and set free to find colorful shells with candy, money and other prizes inside. For the little ones who might not be able to find carefully hidden plastic treasure chests their job will be quite easy but for older more experienced hunters eggs will be placed in all types of crevices, beneath rocks, up in trees, covered by leaves and grass. For the smaller children the goal for the adults is that the wee ones find as many colored eggs as possible but for the older kids most adults believe the game to be more cunning. The goal often becomes finding the perfect hiding place where the egg will not easily be discovered.
Life is also be this way. When young we’re able to find beauty, blessing and hope everywhere we look. Nothing seems hidden, at least not very well, and spotting the things of life which bring us joy is easy. However, the older we get the trickier it becomes to find that which will bring us enjoyment and the gladness of simply being alive. The question becomes; “Are beauty, blessing and hope becoming less or is what brings true blessing, true hope and real beauty harder to discover?” I believe it is the latter. As Saint Paul says;
“When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became an adult, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”
a blessed Good Friday,