March is here. Yes. The Lord’s kindness is easy to see amidst the slush of muddy snow and lake-like puddles stretching from one end of the street to the other. The sun is shining. Winter is on its way out.

S.A.D. may tarry for five long months, but springtime comes at some point in March.

Without making too big a deal about the weather, it is good that we soak in as much parable as possible. That is the attempt here. There is something reviving about sunshine. Our senses that have been numbed  by snow and gray skies are awakened to feel again. The sunlight smells good. We want it. And it is interesting that our desire for the sunshine is not some selfish craving that hogs it all. We don’t want to hoard the sunshine in some box to tuck away for our own pleasure.

In fact, our desire is not so much for the sunshine as it is to just be in the sunshine. We want to be dissolved in its splendor. We don’t want to possess it, but to be possessed by it. We don’t want to just observe it, but to move in it and feel its warmth.