I love seeing the snow accumulate through the night. I know it seems a little excessive lately. But, I don’t mind waking up to the muffled scrape and rumble of plows. It never fails to amaze me how the billions of flakes shape the dead sticks and stones into a marble masterpieces.
Lately, James’ favorite song for me to sing to him before bed in “Nothing but the Blood”
The repeating question is gruesome, for an almost 4 year old; but it’s the question our heart asks each one of us:
“What can make me white as snow? Nothing but the blood of Jesus.”
And that is the gospel truth. Somewhere deep down I don’t want to admit it but I know I’m not okay. I know that my mistakes, my sins, my hatred are heavy and deadly. If I got perfect payback it would kill me. And so, I frantically search...
“What can make me okay again? What can turn the ugly parts in my life beautiful?”
It’s what a famous theologian (whose name I should definitely know) calls “The Great Exchange.” Jesus takes all my baggage and I am credited with his perfect life, all of his goodness. My debt of death is paid.
As the song says, we have been “white as snow.” Fortunately, this is an eternal truth. Here, snow doesn’t stay white for long, and we wouldn’t either.
His grace and power give a sheen and sparkle to the most drab and hopeless things about us.
We are continually covered by his sacrifice and made into masterpieces.