Thorns

I am always amazed at the way in which nature "speaks" a word about the Word, Jesus Christ. The first flowers of spring--which have hidden themselves once again--speak "Resurrection" even before Easter.

Lest we get too far ahead of ourselves, however, this tree of thorns reminds us also of the cost, of the depths to which Christ descended for us.

I recently heard a podcast in which a saint was quoted as meditating on the goal of creation: the goal of all wood is the Cross, the goal of all rock is the empty tomb, etc. It is almost as if creation is built to preach about the One through whom all things were made.