Sunday Snow

Yesterday as we drove into church, I appreciated anew the verse in Isaiah, Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow. We had received two inches of snow the night before and as the still rising morning sun hit the white powder, it glisten so much it seemed to have movement in it.

The whiteness, clean-ness, of snow is usually what Christians cling to in the analogy between it and Christ’s forgiveness, but the analogy has so much more to it than that. The snowfall covered everything – just as Christ’s blood covers all of us. The ugliest, rotten log was transformed into a work of art by the snow. It is recreated by the sparkling powder, just as we are recreated, new creatures, in Christ.