The sky dropped to its knees and sighed, and it was obvious it would soon weep white. There was a sudden hush, a tantrum of flailing wind, and then the snow exploded like confetti. The sky was frenzied, and one could no longer make out anything but the shapes on the horizon.
It's awesome when blizzards begin, a moment of recognition and resignation, and an acknowledgment of enforced ceasing and silence and blessed rest. I prepared hot coffee with cream, and moved my chair to the behold position.
After about an hour of watching the furious snow, I was reminded of when I was a kid, and our 12" black & white Zenith would lose its horizontal hold, and I was forced to watch a program flipping before me. I could barely make out my favorite character, and the plot was as elusive as trying to squeeze your fist around mercury.
Though I was doing absolutely nothing but sipping coffee and looking, I began to tire, and my eyes winced and my soul yawned. I fell blissfully asleep, as if my heart of hearts could no longer focus on the frenzy. I recognized the sighs of my soul, and thought how tired I actually was on the inside.
By noon the flakes had slowed to a trot, then a slow saunter, a twirl or whirl, and finally a swan dive to the waiting white. As the snow accumulated, climbing up almost two feet on my picture window, I smiled and knew the scene would soon declare itself a most magical mystery.
As soon as I could, I would go for a drive, and take photos of the spectacle of winter. The next day, I would anxiously open my photo packages, and be proud of a few, but for the most part, feel sad that not a single one truly captured the raw delight.
Our souls arrive at Lent, like a blizzard. We are full of frenzy and fear and the craziness of trying to do it all. We have once again set ourselves up to burn out. When in a daily hurry, the soul’s flame will soon be snuffed.
O, Lord of Lent, let us quietly savor the stillness of viewing a blizzard, secretly knowing that soon, a winter wonderland will reveal itself. A lump will form in the back of our throat, and it will be filled with awe. Amen.
Reverend William R. Grimbol has spent the past 30+ years helping people create and develop strong spiritual connections with loved ones and God. He is also a published author, with over a dozen books to his credit.