I arose early this morning---long before the first glimmer of light
appeared in the eastern sky. With my first step out the door, I was
aware of how cold it was again going to be today. I could feel it on my
exposed cheeks and the sound of the snow’s crunch underfoot told me
that sub 32-degree weather still engulfed us.
Having a hot cup of coffee and sitting inside a warm room means all is well---for me. But I know that people will complain about the cold weather, and the snow will be condemned as a nuisance or a problem.
As I think about this negative view of the winter months, I wonder what would happen if we looked at the snow as this season’s blessing from nature. The snow is white---for centuries this has been the religious color of purity. Let us look at the snow as God’s natural way of purifying this part of the world. I want to be able to see my “white world” this day and appreciate the beauty of its purity.
It is so true of our world and those of us who live here that the purity of the freshly fallen snow does not last. Life keeps coming at us and we are destined to “get dirty” again. This happens as quickly and surely as the temperatures begin to rise some day. As the thermometer passes thirty-two degrees, the snow begins to melt. Our winter wonderland will become a world of sloppy, gray slush.
As I indicated, I think this is much like my life, and maybe it is like yours. I have an all-too-human tendency to live life in the gray slush. I can easily overlook the gifts and graces in my life and complain about the grunt work and all of the grumpy people in the world. Too often I want more and seemingly have to settle for less.
It is at times such as this that God needs to dump some snow on me. I do not mean this literally, of course, thought it might awaken me a bit quicker. I mean this in the sense that I need a blanket of purity from the Divinity.
I would like to think that God “snows.” The divine grace and presence falls on us---it covers us. The Old Testament talks about us making our souls “whiter than snow.” I pray for God’s grace to come this day and cover the pollution of our sins and shortcomings. Let our souls glisten and crunch with the virtue of that purity of life. Let it snow!
Having a hot cup of coffee and sitting inside a warm room means all is well---for me. But I know that people will complain about the cold weather, and the snow will be condemned as a nuisance or a problem.
As I think about this negative view of the winter months, I wonder what would happen if we looked at the snow as this season’s blessing from nature. The snow is white---for centuries this has been the religious color of purity. Let us look at the snow as God’s natural way of purifying this part of the world. I want to be able to see my “white world” this day and appreciate the beauty of its purity.
It is so true of our world and those of us who live here that the purity of the freshly fallen snow does not last. Life keeps coming at us and we are destined to “get dirty” again. This happens as quickly and surely as the temperatures begin to rise some day. As the thermometer passes thirty-two degrees, the snow begins to melt. Our winter wonderland will become a world of sloppy, gray slush.
As I indicated, I think this is much like my life, and maybe it is like yours. I have an all-too-human tendency to live life in the gray slush. I can easily overlook the gifts and graces in my life and complain about the grunt work and all of the grumpy people in the world. Too often I want more and seemingly have to settle for less.
It is at times such as this that God needs to dump some snow on me. I do not mean this literally, of course, thought it might awaken me a bit quicker. I mean this in the sense that I need a blanket of purity from the Divinity.
I would like to think that God “snows.” The divine grace and presence falls on us---it covers us. The Old Testament talks about us making our souls “whiter than snow.” I pray for God’s grace to come this day and cover the pollution of our sins and shortcomings. Let our souls glisten and crunch with the virtue of that purity of life. Let it snow!
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