There is something about the first snow of the season that captures both my imagination and my heart. Those flakes that usually begin slowly and over time increase and decrease in size, the winds that sometimes gently and sometimes with more force blow the winds into gentle drifts, and the coating of trees and lawns, streets and left-over lawn furniture all transform the world. Most of all, though, during the falling of the snow, the world becomes strangely and wonderfully silent. Well, if not silent then magically muted. Walking outside in this first snow of the season simply delights the senses.
Once home and safe… once warm and dry, there is nothing like a cup of tea or a mug of hot chocolate to then watch the transformation of the world about us.
In a few short days, we will celebrate the birth of the Christ child. On this most Holy of nights, the world is transformed. On this night when the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, the world as we know it is forever changed. On this Holy night, the world is hushed and even silenced by the magnitude of what God is doing among us. Our familiar landscapes are changed. Everything looks different. We now are blessed to see through the eyes of faith. We are given new eyes, a new heart, a new vision.
A newborn infant causes the world to pause, the busyness of the world to be stilled. That Old Testament mandate to reign. For a moment on the eve of the Nativity, we may be still and know that our God is God. And that God loves us so much that our God is near – so near that that same God of love and grace chooses to live among us.
A snow day quiets us for a time. Our Savior quiets our hearts always.
The Rev. Sarah Nelson