we all know what sorts of thoughts you have when thinking about the christmas season: cuddling up next to a warm fire in the midst of a cold snowy evening drinking hot cocoa while christmas carols hum softly over the radio... christmas cards decorating the refrigerator... laughing with family over eggnog and pumpkin pie... secretly sneaking a peek at all the presents lieing under the tree and sometimes having the courage to reach out and shake one.... ooing and aahing over all the different set ups of christmas decorations in the society's yards... playing in the snow until your fingers are ice and your nose is crimson, then coming for some hot chocolate to thaw out... it's a romantic, dreamy holiday and although taking place in the dead of winter it's full and bright and amazingly warm... it's a holiday oozing with love, joy, and harmony... and that's without mention of the reason of the season: Christ. we all know christmas was created to celebrate His miraculous birth. the birth that brought the opportunity for life and hope to all of us sinners... christmas...the mere word brings a smile to almost anyone's face...
so why am i dreading it somewhat? ...it's not that i'm full out dreading it... but a little.. i think so... why? ... here it's snowing a bloody blizzard...oh it's beautiful... i love the way the snow dips and swirls and makes circles in the air...i love the snow...
perhaps i'm so somber because i've forgotten the meaning of christmas... or maybe it hasn't to do with christmas at all...
the flakes are quite large..really some the size of a quarter i'll bet... the ones close to the window look like they're coming down ever so slowly, but the ones further away keep twisting...going up and sideways and down and back again...
i hope my car has enough antifreeze...
Sunday, December 19, 2004
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I was just thinking the same thing today, how beautiful the snow is, the way it swirls in the air. As I was driving to church this morning I turned the radio off and let God speak. I saw the snow as his spirit moving across the land, beautiful, powerful, white.
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