Wet, White
and Wondrous
It was Christmas Eve, and the snow was 2
feet deep as we were about to experiencing our first Christmas at the family
cabin in Idaho. John and I, Brian and
his family were going to spend Christmas surrounded in the mystical snow covered 36 acres. It was nature at its
very best time of the year. The rest of
the family would join us on Christmas day.
Every window in the cabin was a picture
perfect scene, looking out as everything was white, every tree, every weed even
every vehicle. It was as beautiful a
sight as I have ever seen. The night was
light; the snow was glistening from the moonlight, it almost took my breath
away. I could have just sat there and stared out the window for hours. We had a nice dinner and helped put the
children to sleep, Shelby, Weston and Colby before Santa came.
It was that evening I decided that white
was my favorite color. The next day the
kids were able to sleigh ride on the hillside and we all enjoyed the wonders of
nature. In 2007 I wrote a poem about
snow, and it came to me that as beautiful as snow is, it is just a cover-up. It covers up the yuck, just like we sometimes
do with our sins, cover them and try to forget them.
Snow
It covers the ground,
Like a blanket covering a child.
Hiding the imperfections of the
earth,
obnoxious weeds, lawn and dirt.
Sometimes we hide our sins,
Burying them deep inside,
Afraid of guilt and worldly fear,
Hoping, they’ll just disappear.
Soon the snow will melt,
The bare ground will be exposed.
The world can see first hand
the imperfections of the land.
Someday our sins will be exposed,
for the entire world to see.
Don’t wait to bring them out of
hiding!
Where good should be residing.
Bring them up from deep below!
God will take them you know.
He wants to remove all your sin,
So you
can be free and beautiful again.
We have a strange illusion that mere time cancels sin. But mere time does nothing either to the fact or to the guilt of a sin. --CS Lewis
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