|St James Park all a-bloom frames the London Eye in front of Buckingham Palace.|
Spring is irresistible in Britain right now: blooming trees and flowers take my breath away constantly. It gives one pause to think: after looking near dead all winter, these plants somehow have the power to come to life again.
I read a verse in the Book of Mormon this morning which made me think of these brave trees and bulbs and the Resurrection differently:
"...no flesh can dwell in the presence of God, save it be through the merits, and mercy, and grace of the Holy Messiah, who layeth down his life according to the flesh, and taketh it again by the power of the Spirit, that he may bring to pass the resurrection of the dead, being the first that should rise."
I know the "power of the Spirit" is probably traditionally meant to refer to the power of the Holy Ghost, a phrase I have often heard. Today, for some reason, I thought the verse could also refer to the power of Christ's spirit body. His spirit had the power over His body such to take it up again. So often, the body and its desires--to eat, to sleep, to love--take precedent and have "power" over our spiritual bodies. But Christ lived a sinless life, "exercising" His spiritual muscles such that He had complete power over His body in life and in death. Someday He will impart to us of His power, and gives us the same kind of power in the Resurrection to take up our bodies again.
The Resurrection has been special to me ever since my two siblings, first Elisabeth and then John Robert passed away. I know where I want to be Resurrection Morning - by their graves, eager to welcome them back to having a body and to give them shoes.
Now, I can think of it differently - in terms of power. My sibling's spirits will be given power through Christ over their bodies, and their tombs will be empty.
I wonder if the blossoms of Spring are a symbol of this same concept. Though lifeless, they are given power through God's gifts to come to life again, more beautiful than ever. I have always viewed blossoms as a symbol of God's love (I'm sure there are uglier ways a plant could legitimately procreate), but this perspective imbues them with much more meaning. If possible, they are even lovelier than ever...
|Tree in Green Park.|
|This tree in Shepherd Market was in bloom for just a few days.|