“Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”
It seems, no matter how we prepare for these extreme temperatures in Minnesota, we’re always surprised by it. For three days, schools have been empty, extra curricular activities postponed and even some businesses have closed. Our cold water pipe is frozen, (we knew it was coming) my car will not respond, the snow is difficult for us to remove and still, we can’t believe it when these things come to haunt us each winter.
It leaves us rather “cabin bound” with little to occupy our time. We may pick up a book or search the web. We might even tune into the news (heaven forbid) to see what’s happening in the rest of the world. The dog needs boots, so he doesn’t have to stand on one leg when nature calls. I must cover my face and breathe through my nose to avoid having the frigid air invade my fragile lungs. My husband finds the weight of the snow blower more difficult to contend with than using a shovel – so he opts for doing it the old fashioned way.
We know it’s coming. We made plans for it. Since we’ve been through it before, we believe we have overcome all the obstacles. Yet, here we are, in the same boat – or should I say “igloo?”
People talk about climate change and extremes in temperatures. There may be some truth to that, but the records show that there were even greater plunges into the abyss in the 1800s.
Winter to me is like the end of our journey. We start out fresh and new, as happens in the season of Spring. We grow into the heat of adolescence when it’s Summer. We begin to show our age in Autumn as we wither and dry up. In winter, we come to the end of the cycle as life wanes from us. Are we ready for what lies ahead?
I have thoughts like that quite often as I drift closer to old age. I wonder if I’m ready. Has God finished the work He intended for me to do in this life? All the guilt of past sins still haunt me, even though I know I’ve been forgiven. Does that mean that my faith isn’t strong enough? I know that Jesus has prepared a place for me in heaven, but that little voice in my head still asks, “are you ready?”
Then I remember what a great price my Savior paid for my redemption. His love for me and for the entire world is beyond my comprehension. I believe we will understand all the mysteries when we arrive in heaven. When sin entered the world, the perfect connection with God was broken. Jesus made it possible for us to go directly to the Father in prayer. When we die, we will have complete knowledge and our eyes will be opened again.
Right now I feel like I’m living in Narnia. The beauty of winter surrounds me. Ice and snow look as though God sprinkled a blanket of diamonds all around us. Even the icicles hanging from the eaves – clinging to life – are beautiful. The naked trees have an aura of frost. It’s magical, enchanting, breath taking. Soon it will be replaced with the green life of Spring and we will start all over again – or will we? Are we ready for paradise?