Message from Your Spiritual Teachers:
“No more time to waste.
No more hibernation time for you!
Taste the season’s change–don’t miss your chance to become more alive, for awhile, in human flesh.
You have slept in confusion for too long.
Mated with uncertainty.
Coupled with cruelty.
Made yourselves vulnerable to the lowest–but imagined this to be sympathy.
Reduced yourselves to the lowest common denominator of behavior–but justified this as submitting to your unkind “fates”.
How many cold centuries have you rattled your chains in your sleep? Sadly–angrily–tearfully waiting?
While endlessly “paying for your sins”? “Cleansing your bad karma”? Exploring the worst of the worst, for a frozen season?
But this morning feels different:
You sense fresh awakening.
That unmistakable scent of spring–awaited so long, it seemed like only a prayer– tickles your drowsy soul.
Quickens your pulse.
Alerts your mind to abandon winter’s old dreams.
It grows clear:
Your long hoped-for, long-prophesied time draws near:
That special time for you to wake up. Rise up. Scrub yourselves clean and release the last cobwebs of darkness.
What do you choose?
More subservience to the pains of the past?
So tedious.
More of your time-honored belief that you can’t wake up? Don’t deserve to wake up? Don’t know how to wake up?
So wasteful. So dull.
Please, please, release the past.
Because haven’t you completely run out of excuses?
Springtime starts to call you again. Springtime starts to sing like the first robin chirping at winter’s death.
Don’t you hear that sweet melody? Can’t you feel your bones thaw?
A special crispness fills the air. It’s the crispness of new hope.
It’s the tingle of new birth.
It’s your new possibilities.
You have only one choice before you:
Stay afraid, roll over, and pretend to sleep–though every cell in your body begs you to wake up?
Or crawl to the edge of your cave door? Rub the last sleep from your eyes? Welcome the new sunlight? Explore your new-born season?”
Fortune favors the bold.
A new springtime of happiness to you,
Rev. Scott Ufford
Copyright 2011