Wintry Hope
This morning after Mass at the Carmel in Tromsø, the nuns gave me these three Christmas roses picked from underneath the snow in their enclosure garden. These hardy, stubborn, really quite subversive flowers represent in miniature the astonishing capacity nature has to rejuvenate itself, carrying even in hibernation and apparent death the seed of new life that no climatic harshness, no human folly can obliterate. At a time when the world as such seems wintry, this parable nurtures hope and new serenity. In the splendid imagination of Selma Lagerlöf, the Christmas rose is a sign that heavenly graciousness and earthly joy can bud where the naked eye sees only soil drenched in iniquity. May it be so.
