White as snow

It wasn’t the trifecta snowstorm I long for every January, but 8-9 inches was enough to keep me home for the day. Entrepreneur braved the single digit temps and plowed our Hyundai SUV through the subdivision on his way to the office. Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds…No. Wait. That’s the post office. It does apply to him too.

Back at the homefront, Tanner and I didn’t waste any time enjoying the lovely white mantle outside. We enjoyed it for about 20 minutes before my fingers were stinging from the cold…even through gloves.

Snow.

A pure, white blanket covering the imperfections of the ground. When it started on Wednesday night, I was almost giddy with anticipation. I watched it gently cover the yard until darkness set in, and then I watched the flakes glisten in the light of the backyard floodlight. I went to sleep listening to it blow against the window.

Snow.

It falls thousands of feet from the sky, yet makes no sound when it hits the ground. It melts and paves the way for new growth in the spring. When the sun shines on it, it’s blindingly bright. Even though in a few days, life’s dirtiness is revealed, for a brief time, everything is clean and perfect.

And I thought about how we, as flawed creatures, could really use a white blanket to cover our imperfections. Snowflakes are said to be unique. No two are exactly alike. So it is with us. So, yes, we are all a little flaky…

Okay, okay, back to being philosophical.

Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. ~Psalm 51:7

Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow. ~Isaiah 1:8

As I looked, “thrones were set in place, and the Ancient of Days took his seat. His clothing was as white as snow… ~Daniel 7:9

Do you see the trend?

Just like the imperfections of the ground, I am covered with a mantle of white. The sins I commit are covered by a robe of white that hides my dirtiness. My sins are still there, but just as the snow covers the imperfections of the ground, so my imperfections are covered. With this covering, I glisten in the light of the sun.

I am writing these things to you so that you may not sin. But if anyone does sin, we have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous. ~1 John 2:1

It doesn’t matter how dirty my heart is. Every single time, it’s covered. Just like new snowfall silently covers the ground. Every. Single. Time. Not remembering the last time it fell.

Then one of the elders asked me, “These in white robes—who are they, and where did they come from?”…And he said, “These are they who have come out of the great tribulation; they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. ~Revelation 7:13-14

Snow is in our forecast.

I can’t wait.