There’s something wonderful about snow.
I’m not entirely sure what it is, but it’s incredible. When you see a field, freshly blanketed in the whitest white that nature can muster, something inside of you begins to long for it. To play in it? Sure. But I think it’s deeper.
Our souls long to be white, to be clean.1 We long to be white on the inside.
“Come now, let us settle the matter,”
says the Lord.
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red as crimson,
they shall be like wool.
I’m not sure my feelings about snow are my own or if they’ve been colored by this verse, but as I sit at my desk and worship along with a song, I’m reminded of this verse, I’m reminded to make purity, holiness my heart’s desire.
For if I am holy, I keep myself pure, and if I remain pure, I am ready for His purpose.
This is all a bit disjointed, which is the nature of these short posts, but let me close it by remarking on the opening line of “let us settle the matter.” Some versions translate this as “let us reason together.” The point, either way, is this: if we will come to God, He will guide us to a place where we can be purified, made white as snow.
He will take us to the cross.
I hope that no one reading any of this takes my use of “white” as a color and finds any racial meaning in it. ↩