It's the First Sunday of Lent.
A spring-time season.
Days grow longer.
More light than darkness
To transform the earth.
Hard to break the hold of winter.
To grow up and out some new life.
For me, the strangeness of Lent:
How hard it is for God to make it.
To break the hold of winter in the soul of humankind.
To bring out new life from what death has claimed.
It's not easy for God.
It's hard, terribly hard.
God is great, but not super-God.
Only by cradle, only by cross.
With sweat, blood and tears.
Hunger and thirst.
Weariness of soul and body.
Will the light grow stronger.