Snow Day

Journal Entry 2.15.15

"How can man so finite predict something so elusive as weather? How can one look into the sky and use a tool so complex as technology to estimate what will fall from the sky? And thus, the news is spread via "weather specialists" who are not always the most spot-on individuals. And yet, people rush to the grocery and cancel school without even one drop of snow. The word of its coming is more than enough to spark motion in all town.

Could there be something here? A gem in the everyday that He wants us to get? What if we were to respond to the Gospel in the same way we rush and prepare for snow that will melt in a few days' time? Oh, the fragility of our feeble nonsense. See, the thing is, we have been told of a Coming far greater than that of clouds. And we sit. Not only do we sit, but we ignore and sometimes act opposingly to the Coming. What if every day looked like the rush to buy bread? And yet, the Bread of Life is before me and I choose not to eat and not to share and I choose cavern over glory and gross versus righteous.

The time has come to where hiding underneath covers, desiring warmth and comfort...that is not an option. The snow will fall and the world will stop. The Son will come and all will melt away."