Eastertide Reflections

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As we close the Season of Easter, may this reflection remind us that Easter morning’s message never finishes.

AN EASTERTIDE REFLECTION
ON AN EASTER MORNING MIRACLE
 

It was 3:00 a.m. Easter morning as I walked to the barn. The partial moon shone brightly, while the glittering stars danced among the wispy clouds. In a sleepy, meditative, moseying sort of way, I thought of the Easter stories–how the women walked to the grave early in the morning, while it was yet dark. My errand was to check on our dairy goat who appeared close to giving birth. All seemed well.
 
At 6:00 a.m. I rushed back to the barn. No time for meditative moseying now! My husband had discovered that the first kid had been born! I arrived to find our daughter holding a cold, limp, soggy baby goat. The little one was not doing well. Another one was on the way. My husband and daughter tended to Mama Goat and I scooped up the fragile one. While the second one was being born, I wrapped the firstborn in my coat and held her against my own warm body. Our Great Pyrenees guard dog came to nuzzle and lick her which roused her some. In the meantime Mama Goat was having contractions but not giving birth. Upon examination, my husband discovered that the little one was breech and his legs were in the wrong position. We’d never lost a kid or a mother at birth and now it looked like we might lose two babies and the doe! After what seemed like an interminable amount of time, my husband and Mama Goat finally brought her baby into the world.
 
Tension was high and the stress was palpable when we accepted that the first born was losing ground. I placed her under a heat lamp and stepped away and watched. Sadness filled our hearts. My son-in-law not able to stand it anymore scooped her up and took her to Mama Goat. Miracle of miracles, she suckled! It wasn’t much or long, but it gave us hope. Each took turns holding and warming her and helping her get just a few more sips. Baby number one was doing better as was Mama Goat and her second baby!
 
Much later as I was returning from the barn, I realized that the Easter story had been dramatically acted out before our eyes. From death came life, from despair came hope, from grief came joy. I had planned to attend church–I love the flowers, the music, the excited children, and the amazing story retold yet another time–but instead we had Easter come to us! Alleluia!

Rev. Deborah Jarvis
Lead Mentor, Western Wisconsin
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