winter wonderland // frozen wilderness

It’s snowing in december!

This may not seem a big deal for people not in the UK, but over here it snows once a year if you’re lucky, and then usually in february or march. And where I am, the snow has been here a few days now.

I remember looking out on this unexpected white blanket when daylight was enough that I could examine the vast expanse of now alien landscape before me.

All the blemishes and trappings of our modern lives covered over. Cars looking like nothing more than snowdrifts. cables, litter, muck and grime. Replaced. White. Clean.

Out I go, walking in this iced paradise. The bright sun reflects off the brilliant shine, clear air enters my lung. Exhilarating.

But as I walk. Darkness. The snow is treacherous. I slip and fall. I am hurt. Cars on the road, now sliding dangerously. My frozen kingdom is a lie, a sham.

The snow creates a false impression.  Stepping off the kerb, I am deceived and the road is further away from my foot than I anticipated. Driving I must take extra care, extra time.

After a day or two, this white had turned a murky brown. It has frozen and it is a risk to travel. Trapped inside, or stuck in their cars on the frozen roads.

The promise of the snow is empty.

No blanket of white, no hiding our modern technology, no forgetting the rubbish on our paths.

Now, I know one of my common prayers is that the sins, mistakes and mess of my past would be covered over, Hidden from sight and made to look beautiful.

But what if God did this?

Whoever came to walk through the garden of my soul would be quickly ensnared in the weeds which are hidden and the disguised pitfalls.

God would be unkind, unloving to do this!

No, what must happen is for the frost, the ice in my heart be melted and the litter burned away for the true state of my being to be seen, then the Lord could come and with him I shall begin to order the affairs of the seat of my being.

The snowy cover up is beautiful and treacherous. The work of God in the human heart is messy and often a little ugly, yet it is this character which will endure through all the seasons.

Stay safe this winter.

For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart.  And no creature is hidden from his sight, but all are naked and exposed to the eyes of him to whom we must give account. (Hebrews 4:12-13)

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