Winter
keeps sending signs of its impending arrival here in Toronto, but I woke up
this morning thinking about spring.
I’m
not thinking about full blown blossoms and freshly mowed grass, but more about
those early days when the crocuses and tulips push their way through the
hard-packed soil and the tips of their greenery can just be seen. For me, it’s one of the first signs that
winter’s grasp is fading and that a new season is dawning.
That
picture describes what I see happening at Queens Park in Toronto. Next week concludes our first full session
here and I can say with confidence that I am seeing signs of life and growth that
give me hope for a harvest in the months and years to come. Those indicators are anything from a text
message, to an invitation to an event, to a warm conversation over lunch where
the questions are beginning to migrate to the things that matter most and the
list goes on. These moments are foundational
to what God has in store.
I’m tempted
to say 4 months more and then the harvest, but deep in my heart of hearts I
keep hearing the words out of Amos 9 ‘that the plowman will overtake the reaper’
and in so doing will restore Ontario to its God given destiny and role within
our nation.
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