As I write this, there is snow on the ground. Not as much as I had hoped for, but enough to remind me of the power of snow to cover all the dirty stuff.
In the same way that snow blanketed our yard, I’m praying for God’s grace to saturate my words as I write about what I witnessed during the Inauguration on Monday. It’s challenging to make observations about a political event without people reading it as a political statement.
While it’s not political, it may be harder to digest what it is. Real-time illustrations of Jesus’ teachings often are because they leave us with very little wiggle room. And I can’t speak for you, but I tend to wiggle a lot when his words cut me.
Some context first. You need to know that this year, I’m reading through the New Testament twice, and this slower pace is allowing me to see details that could be easily missed if I was reading at a faster pace.
Currently, I’m still in Matthew, and more specifically, I’m in the part where Jesus really starts letting the religious leaders have it. It’s also the part of the story that makes me lean in a little closer because I can so easily picture the faces of religious leaders I’ve known in the past that needed to hear these words. It’s only been within the last few years that I’ve started to notice my face in that crowd, and that’s not been quite as fun. Anyway, on with the story.
