“‘Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one, and come! For see, the winter is past, the rains are over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth.'” Song of Songs 2: 11-12
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. “He was in the beginning with God. All things came to be through him, and without him nothing came to be. What came to be through him was life, and this life was the light of the human race; the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” (Jn 1: 1-5)
Out of all creation, humanity is God’s masterwork. Our fallen nature closed the doors of His Kingdom yet God promised to bring us hope: A savior. Through all the years and all the wars, in the midst of starvation and desperation, He sent us one, a redeemer. Trading in His own, for us.
As our own courter, He picked a most beautiful flower to present His message of undying love to us, His people. There she was, as innocent as rain. Deep in prayer, full of joy, full of grace. And in that moment, time stood still, holding its breath and awaiting the words upon her lips. Her purity, her beauty, her loveliness; unmatched to any other. So simple, so humble, so “very good”. (Gen 1:31)
Untouched, perfect as a glistening blanket of fresh snow, she whispered the only words such a soul could utter: “”Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord. May it be done to me according to your word.” (Lk 1:38) And thus, this most beautiful of flowers, a woman, became the vessel, the tabernacle, the ark of a new covenant, our hope: Jesus.