Recounting the tremendous effort to remove the vast amount of snow before us is a good reminder of what this season of lent is all about.
No matter how heavy our hearts are with the pain and disappointment that is before us, we have a God who sympathizes with our very weaknesses.
The snow as a backdrop covers our own sin. That part of us that gets in the way with our relationship with God.
After it snows, the earth is totally covered with an even layer of white. At first glance, it may appear as an even coating until one enters forth and sees the depth before them.
It takes great effort to move some of the mountains.
Requiring payloaders, dump trucks, steam shovels. Plows.
And so requires pastors, elders, deacons, parishioners, caring friends and the Lord to make us whole and clean.
And so the love of God totally covers us.
Overwhelms us in drifts of endless love and beauty.
Hiding and burying our very sin and defects that are ever before us.
Transforming ourselves with an eternal beauty.
Remembering that Jesus washes our sins as white as SNOW!!!
Thanks be to Jesus of what He has done!
And thanks be to Scott B, Jim G, Jim B and Amanda that brought me into that loving relationship with Jesus.
For I am forever grateful to you.
This reflection comes about after reading a poem by T.S. Eliot entitled, "Ash Wednesday"
And pray to God to have mercy upon us. And pray that I may forget
These matters that with myself I too much discuss
Too much explain
Because I do not hope to turn again
Let these words answer
For what is done, not to be done again
May the judgement not be too heavy upon us
Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still.
Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death
Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.
T.S. Eliot - "Ash Wednesday
These matters that with myself I too much discuss
Too much explain
Because I do not hope to turn again
Let these words answer
For what is done, not to be done again
May the judgement not be too heavy upon us
Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still.
Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death
Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.
T.S. Eliot - "Ash Wednesday
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