A couple of weeks ago the snow fell on London. Lovely. And someone said something on Twitter like:
Anyone who says Jesus washed us white as snow needs a punch in the face, I’ve been stuck in traffic for two hours.
Well, thanks for blessing the world with your positive outlook. And stop updating Twitter while you’re driving. And sort out your anger issues.
Anyway…as I walked around the snowy streets of Ealing I considered that tweet…I think perhaps snow tells us more about God than simply being white. Bear with me while I stretch this analogy a little bit:
- It is perfectly white. There’s that story about the guy who says that sheep are white until they stand in snow, then you realise they’re a mucky yellowy-brown. You don’t get whiter than snow. You don’t get any holier than God. He is perfect. He defines perfect.
- It can stop cities and nations. When it starts to snow, England panics. Aeroplanes are grounded, trains are delayed and cancelled, cars spin out of control, roofs cave in, avalanches happen…snow can be scary stuff, particularly when it’s heavy. God’s so powerful, we ought to fear him.
- It’s absolutely beautiful. You can’t deny that even dirty, ugly places suddenly become lovely to look at when it’s snowing; white sky, white ground, white borders on everything…God has the power to change broken, hurting, bitter, nasty, selfish people into new creations! That’s why my church is called Redeemer!
- It’s really fun. I see snow start to fall, and my mind instantly goes to two places: a snowball fight, and building a snowman. There are not many weathers that make me think of having fun before anything else. God loves to make his people happy. Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount begins by saying ‘happy are those who…’; fullness of joy is found in him!
- It’s more complex than I can possibly imagine. Ok, this is starting to stretch things but I simply don’t get snow. I understand rain, and hail, and frost, and fog…but snow? I don’t understand how it forms, how every single snowflake is unique, or why it’s white. I don’t know why it gives that lovely squeaky crunch underfoot, or why it’s so fun to throw snow, but I simply accept it and am able to enjoy it all the same. I genuinely don’t understand God. He’s all powerful and all just, yet is merciful and would give up his Son just for me!
- Snow’s amazing. God’s amazing.
- Cat Meets Snow, Cannot Believe It (huffingtonpost.com)