Springtime is for planting, one of those everyday expressions of great faith. We plant seeds and water and weed them, and expect a harvest of zinnias or zucchini. We plant an acorn and marvel at the size of the eventual oak tree. But we do the planting with such certainty, such trust in the laws of nature. We cannot see the seed until the first green shoot breaks the surface, but we have no hesitation in taking care of it. In fact, we understand that we must take care of it if we want the harvest. The laws governing our spiritual lives are no less immutable, and the harvest no less yearned for… why is the trust so much harder?