The stories we will tell about our Thanksgiving weekend blizzard will delight us all season. Even before we’re done digging out the trash bins and moving the broken limbs, we need to laugh a little about the heavy snow fall. It’s pretty, we said at first. Then, oh, no, I’m stuck. And look at the tree. Can it be saved? And finally, how many people are without power?
We were sore from shoveling. Crying from lost trees and bushes. Scrambling to find warm homes and making room for those without. It’s been quite a couple of days. As we try to get back to our regularly scheduled lives, let us ponder the snow coming down.
It reminds me of Christmas. We all love a white Christmas. Though the know-it-all wants to remind us that it doesn’t snow in December in Bethlehem, I love to think of God’s love coming down with each snowflake or raindrop. Each one unique. Each one saying “I love you” in a different language.
This morning as the snow started to fill the sky again, snow upon snow, I realized how blessed we are to have an early start to Christmas. “In the bleak mid winter, frosty wind made moan, earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, in the bleak mid-winter, long ago.” Gustav Holst wrote that line 112 years ago. It can bring us back to the joyful thought, “In the bleak mid-winter a stable place sufficed the Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.
And what about our sharing of space and energy during the blizzard? If Jesus Christ was born in a stable in the rain (most likely), can we get over the aches and inconveniences we’ve had this week? Love is coming to us snow flake by snow flake. And I for one will not complain about the cold season of Christmas.