“I am, right now, Resurrection and Life. The one who believes in me, even though he or she dies, will live. And everyone who lives believing in me does not ultimately die at all. Do you believe this?” John 11:25
Last Christmas season, my Christmas cactus failed to bloom again. It resembled my mood of the season—just present, but not participating emotionally. After the holidays, our sun-seeking guests arrived and kept me busy until April. I’d pretty much ignored the Christmas plant, and for that matter, the whole season of Lent.
It was Palm Sunday and April Fool’s Day when I gave the Christmas cactus its weekly ration of water and noticed buds—just a few—on the ends of the long draping branches. Is this a joke? I thought. By the next weekend, the first bloom appeared on the Christmas cactus. I couldn’t believe my eyes! The Christmas plant had produced a pure white
blossom on Easter Sunday!
I moved the plant to the sofa table next to the angel statues. The blossoms hung low on the branch above my favorite angel’s head. The more I looked at the blossom, the more it looked like an angel—An Easter cactus angel, resurrected from a plant that hadn’t bloomed for three years. As more flowers appeared, my spirit began to soar. The angel-shaped blossoms reminded me that Jesus had to be born in my heart before I could truly celebrate his resurrection.
Lord, I find comfort that you are the Resurrection and Life for all who believe. Amen.