Ploughing through the snow

Back at school today to surprisingly soft snow. I had assumed it would have a hard icy crust but no it was wonderful powdery perfection. Perfect for snowballs, perfect for snowmen. The whole playing field was laid open like a white blanket, the astro turf like a bride in white pure unspoilt. I spent the day astride the playground like a colossus bellowing barking and cajoling the students to fight their nature and leave the snow alone. All through the day the kid's wanted to revel in the snow, to snowball and sledge and build snowmen, to write their names in words ten feet tall, yet relentlessly they were kept from the snow.

It got me to reflecting, not literally although the sun was bright about the beautiful snow, it had turned the school into a very picture of beauty - you couldn't see the ruts that had been driven into the grass turning the edge of the field into a quagmire - all you could see was snow.

In Isaiah it talks about the snow - 'Come now let us reason together,' Says the Lord, 'Though your sins are as scarlet, they will be white as snow; though they are red like crimson they will be white like wool'

I protected that snow covered field and astroturf and all the mud and mire and whatever remained covered in a blanket of white - yet something was missing.

At 3:10 the kids poured out of school and into the streets and rejoiced and exulted in snow, sledging and sliding and snowballing towards their homes.

Our sins have been covered, and though they were are red as scarlet they have been made as white as snow, how much do we rejoice and exult in the salvation we have found in Jesus? In Colossians it talks about - Christ in you the hope of glory what a thing to rejoice and exult in!