The Quiet of Spring

784 words | 3 minutes

Apr 20, 2024

Gone were but the Winter,
Come were but the Spring …
— Spring Quiet by Christina Rossetti

It’s a calm day in early spring. The sun is doing its best to warm the air. There’s not much of a breeze—everything seems to be holding its breath and only speaking in whispers. A few birds are twittering secrets as they gather food and and work on their home-building projects. The big ash tree, so silent and still, looks grave with odd-colored little bumps all over. It’s nothing like it will look in its full attire of shimmering summer green—when it will wave its branches, clapping its hands and singing its song of praise. But that’s for another day. Today, all is quiet and lazy. There’s nothing much happening here.

Actually … the exact opposite is true.

Outside of the audio spectrum for humans, there’s a cacophony of active vibrations occurring inside that ash tree—and EVERY tree, bush, and shrub in the neighborhood. Inside this vernal sanctuary, growth has more than begun—it is in full production mode. On every limb, branch, and twig, brand-new baby leaves squirm and struggle in unison, twisting to unfold and get to the sun and the air. If we could put a stethoscope up to the heartwood of that tree, we would hear the thunder of thousands of tiny engines cranking out the living embryonic matter that will become leaves, and flowers, and fruit, and seeds.

Just a few feet away in the garden, green spikes of daffodils and tulips push through the soil to the surface—determinately past the winter litter, reaching higher by the minute. It’s how it’s supposed to be. Right on schedule, all of Creation is working in accordance and obedience to the Creator who wrote the schedule and set the exact quota for flora production. Out of death, life emerges, and all things become new.

“For, lo, the winter is past … flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come.” (Song of Solomon 2:11,12 KJV)

Not much happening here? Nothing could be further from the truth.


The air is spliced with sun rays as they stream through the stained-glass windows. It’s the Sanctuary in the House of God on a quiet Sunday morning. The room seems aglow with the Shekinah Glory of God—no one wants to move, and everyone seems to be holding their breath in anticipation as the Holy Spirit sweeps in. Those that are praying are only speaking in whispers. The Sanctuary, so silent and still, doesn’t always look like this. Often, it is a mass of movement and joyful sound! When the saints raise their arms, clap their hands, joining in worship and songs of praise! But that’s for another time. When God is speaking, He doesn’t always use His voice of thunder—sometimes He uses a still, small, quiet voice. To the casual observer—unfamiliar with things of the Spirit—there appears to be nothing much happening here.

Actually … the exact opposite is true.

Near the front, a dear faithful woman of God feels the warm, healing touch she has prayed so long for. At her side, a wayward teenager feels conviction in her heart to pray a prayer of repentance. Back a row or two, the Prince of Peace is comforting a fearful couple facing the loss of employment. Another couple, having teetered on the verge of divorce, is feeling a new love as a wave of forgiveness passes between them. Across the aisle, a young student, with his Bible open, receives a revelation of the Oneness of God. In the back, a stubborn old sinner weeps quietly as his heart turns in a moment from stone to flesh—and in the front, a weary pastor breathes in new hope and confidence in Almighty God.

If we could turn a stethoscope toward heaven, we would hear the thunder of thousands of angels rejoicing! … as lives are changed forever, chains are broken, hearts are healed, and future soul winners and prayer warriors are born into the Kingdom! Everyone feels lighter—no one will leave this room the same. It’s how it’s supposed to be. Right on schedule, according to the Perfect Plan of the LORD Jesus. This is how His Spirit, His Blood, and His Word are designed to work—in response to sincere faith, submission, and repentance. Out of death, life emerges, and ALL things become NEW!

“Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, ALL things are become new.” (2 Corinthians 5:17 KJV)

“Not much happening here?” When Christ is in the room, NOTHING could be FURTHER from the TRUTH.