I went for a walk last night. It was late and most of the world was asleep. But a surprise little snowstorm was passing through and since snow has been rare around here of late, I went out into it with my beloved Sam (my newfoundland dog).
What greeted me was an unspoiled blanket of sparkling diamonds. The snow sparkled, lit by street lights and a light sky. I stood in the middle of the street and for the first time in my life I could imagine some of the words used to describe heaven - I could imagine streets of gold and walls of diamonds; I could imagine the unimaginable and it felt holy.
Every crunchy, squeaky step I took through the perfect snow felt like a declaration of God's grandeur - for no matter the scientific explanation for why the snow was the way it was (particularly frigid temperatures that resulted in dry snow refracting the ambient sky light and existing street lights, blah, blah) this was God's snow. And so I walked and held my breath so that I wouldn't miss the prayer that my feet were making.
When I got home I said, "Amen."
Walking on streets of diamonds
Wednesday February 7, 2007
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Sounds lovely David. I, unfortunately stepped in doggy doo as I stepped on the back porch. It was right under tha layer of snow. A very non famous woman is on the front page of our local paper today - Mary Kay Meyer. She died on Monday after spending about 30 years caring for the poorest of the poor, many of the most unlovable of God's creatures. She was old and grey and wore a long ponytail. Her clothes were all cast offs and she never paid much attention. She was a woman of prayer and action. She went to Iraq between wars and came back to tell us that our policies were killing children - brought pictures of our actions so we could see. Stood up in front of bishops and presidents and tried to make them a bit ashamed at times. The poor at the Catholic Worker House called her "mother". She was not a nun, just an ordinary Christian who - in the midst of a midlife crisis - left corporate world and entered the Kingdom of God. She particularly loved God's beautiful world - it amazed her as it does you, David. Now, I've gotta go wash the crap off my shoes.
What I say Amen to is Christians going to places like Iraq and doing what you would think the people living in those countries should do. Good old fashion Christians.
Before they were proscribed the epithet "right-wingers."
Thanks for the reminder that snow does exist. I like winter and have hardly seen snow this year. I love to walk in it at night before people have tramped all over it. It is truly beautiful.
It's those quiet snow walks that keep a lot of us in Minnesota.
I do so love it - every new blanket seems to promise that the world can be made new again...plus it is fun to play in. ;-)
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