(the truck is supposed to be white-where the paint is not peeling-but has been given a Cooke City paint job)
Being from Minnesota, I know well the trajectory of winter. In Minnesota, about 3 weeks ago, everybody would be ornery, frustrated and tired. Why? Because it just won't stop being cold and snowy. Here, in Cooke City, the trajectory is the same. With a big exception. About 4 times more snow and another month of variable winter weather. Spring lurks in Minnesota, threatening to rush forth at any moment, at this time of year. Here, spring hides and peers out, meekly sticking a robin in a tree, suggesting a migration of a moose or buffalo to lower ground. I haven't been out here long enough to know how spring appears, so I have to have some confidence that, if it is appearing elsewhere, it must show up here...someday? I had a teacher once who said, "Well, there must be something more important to you than the weather, otherwise why would you stay?" Indeed, the church, the people and the amazing creation that surrounds us goes far toward lessening the worok of constantly renewing my hope for spring.
Regardless, whether or not spring comes sooner or later, my primary life is governed by the church calendar, not the seasonal calendar. We have just finished a series of sermons on Spiritual Disciplines at Mount Republic Chapel and we are entering Easter Week with Palm Sunday this Sunday. Easter is my favorite holiday. Celebrating the reason we believe is what we do every Sunday, but how much more so on the day we honor as the day Christ rose from the dead. (For those who wonder when that is calculated to be, just find the date of the Spring Equinox, then find out when the next full moon is, then count 3 Sundays following that...I think).
(this wolf was on the Lamar River, just inside Yellowstone Park, only about 15 miles from our home. He was huge.)
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