"Hast thou entered the treasuries of the snow?" (Job 38:22)
Today, with a blizzard blasting outdoors, burying all in downy white, we have our own small treasury of snow. Classes are canceled, traffic is snarled, many people have an unexpected "free" day, whether they like it or not. I imagine many do not. I am also fully aware how for the homeless or those who struggle to survive, this snow only increases their hardships. For them I have compassion and wish that my joy did not come at cost to them. I love this gift of time and nature -- where I can't leave home, thankfully forced to play in snow with my kids and shovel it, make popcorn and hot chocolate, cook Christmas cookies, decorate the tree, write a blog. I am fully aware how for the homeless or those who struggle to survive, this snow only increases their hardships. I delight in that expression "treasuries" of snow -- all that water in lacy form, ready to moisturize the brown, crackling earth like lotion come spring. But when the Lord asks Job this question about t...