from A Year of Morning Thanks
It’s not the burning bush Moses stumbled on. That bush is in there too, I think; but the rising sun behind this scrub oak on a dilapidated fence line suggests a good deal more—at least it does to me.
Those wild branches will soon have buds; the skeleton is soon to be vanquished. But its bare bones still evoke another biblical tree—especially today, this morning.
I shot the picture a while ago, drenched it playfully in orange, then realized I couldn’t find a better shot to suggest the magnificent joy of Easter. Today is Easter.
Even that other biblical tree—especially that Golgatha tree—was glorified by that one moment, the greatest dawn in human history. The story of the tree is simple and eternal: He is risen. For which, like nothing else, I’m thankful.