Something About a Snowscape

There is not much one can say that has not been said already. I sat in this chair and looked out this window to my left for 8 hours on Monday and it snowed the whole time. And it was cold. Really cold. Yesterday I saddled up and walked down to the church house to un-bury my pickup truck and to see how deep the snow was on the parking lot. 

When I got home I shoveled enough to get to the door. It is exhausting to walk through 12 inches or more of snow. During the pandemic I have generally been able to get to the Church and to work in my study. Last winter was pretty mild so I was always able to get down the hill.  

It is easy to complain. It is cold. The Snow is deep. And so on. There is, however, something about a snowscape. Snow falls in silent testimony to a God so mighty that He need not make a peep in demonstrating that might. We are familiar with the swirling destruction of hurricane, tornado, and thunderstorm all of which testify in a similar fashion to a God who is able to bring  refreshing and nourishing rain to a landscape through a a display of both majesty and mayhem. 

When I glance out of the window at the drifted windy  snowscape a scripture which comes to mind as it has during prayer throughout what has become a memorably snowy winter; 

“Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.” (Psalm 51:7 ESV)

 Maybe we needed reminded. Maybe as this year of turmoil winds down the Father wanted to remind us of all that the shed blood of Jesus does for us. Maybe we need reminding of  what He has accomplished to save us from our sin and  sanctify us to His purposes. Maybe we needed a few days of looking out our windows or standing on our porches, gazing out into the snowscape in thankfulness for our redeemed place before our mighty God.