Dreaming of a White Christmas

Isaiah 1:18
“Come now, let us reason together,” says the Lord. “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow…”

Like most people who live in the South, I dream of white Christmases. Of course, I’d settle for cold ones because I can count on no fingers the number of actual snowy holidays I’ve experienced during my lifetime. Maybe if I lived in a colder part of the country and actually had them each year I wouldn’t dream about them. But I don’t, and so I do. You understand.

I don’t know what power the white stuff has over me, but there is nothing as magical as looking out in the evening and seeing it falling without making a sound. There’s something very fresh and new and clean about snow, at least until the kids get in it, and then it’s more of a muddy mess. But the point here is that each one of us, regardless of the climate in which we live, has the promise of a white Christmas. The promise that God wants to sit down and have a chat with us about what an awful mess we’ve made of things and yet about what an awesome gift He has for us. He created snow and I have to believe that He designed it to be peaceful, clean, and fresh so that it would remind us of how He sees us when we have accepted the sacrifice of His Son.

Christmas is when He came. In a sense, it was the first real snowfall because it brought to that manger the sacrifice that would eventually cover the mess that we had made, and for all who call on His name, this Christmas will be a white one. Pure, fresh, clean.

And who knows that we won’t wake up to the beautiful sound of silent snowflakes falling? We’ll look out the window, sip our coffee, and remember the Son who made it snow in our souls.

Hot or cold, I’m having a white Christmas this year. How about you?

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