You don’t have to talk to people very long before the list of grievances over “2020” horrors can be aired as well as inconveniences and just plain craziness. By any measure there has been an upheaval at just about every level of our life. As we got to Christmas, which I have looked at as the prime calm and beautiful pressure reliever for most of my life, I also dream of a “white Christmas”. I don’t want 15 feet of snow. I don’t want to be able to walk out of the upstairs window of the house like we used to do as we were kids. I don’t want to feel like I’m driving in a snow tunnel but I like a little bit of snow preferably on Christmas Eve.
Well, adding insult to perceived injury we had a pretty little snow just before Christmas Eve and then a mini blizzard that blew the dirt off the fields so that we had a “snirt” Christmas. Snow brought into the house on shoes turned quickly into mud. It was not the end of the world but just another thing to add to the list of frustrations.
Anyway, it reminded that because of the babe in the manger though our sins be as scarlet, they shall be whiter than snow.