After soaking in Mitch Teemley’s “The Unbending Beauty Of Winter” (very much worth the read as well as the great pictures), I was inspired to run outside and take a picture that might not only describe but made one feel an aspect of winter; Cold. Never mind that it was 52 degrees below the freezing mark (-20 f), and, the wind chill doubled that number. Then it got colder.
I took some pictures while it was really cold. I even have a slide show of old and new pictures taken in the cold….see! (Click on any picture to enlarge for slideshow)
I found something odd. I could take a picture of winter but it didn’t look cold. Every object was still the same, only with snow on it. I could not take a picture of a bird or a deer because they are handling the cold and actually built for it. If I took a picture of my bare feet on the deck in the snow it didn’t look cold. It looked 100 degrees warmer that it actually was. Then after melting snow a little bit my feet froze. Then I stepped on the frozen metal threshold. Yes, it’s as bad as sticking one’s tongue on the flagpole (car door handle in my case) in below zero weather.
If you see me walking around on my knees instead of my feet, it’s not an indication that I am a Holy Man always praying.
All the bad storms, tornados and cold weather seem to be a visual illustration of the heart of our nation, as well as the rest of the world. It’s growing much colder out there. Sadly we see pictures of it every day. I would take a snowstorm any day compared to the twitter storms, the hatred of political leaders and media people.
When we see these things, hit the off button. There’s a better way!
Look for pictures of one person helping another. It happens all the time. Last week when it was really cold (-60 wind chill) a lady I know invited a stranger to sleep on her couch. A truck driver was going to curl up in his idling truck in the gas station parking lot. Different skin color, 600 miles from home, first job out of prison, not used to the cold weather but very used to the coldness of racial tension. By the time he left, the whole family (even her husband) had adopted him and he them.
I love her explanation. “I would never do a thing like that on my own but I just felt moved to tap this guy in front of me in the convenience store line and ask him if he had a place to stay tonight. Then I called my husband and told him we had company for supper and overnight. I knew it was Jesus moving me, I just knew I was safe, so I would not take no for an answer from the trucker or my husband.” A funny-moving story in real life not many will hear, but is somewhat common in some circles.
So, picture me this America. Land of spacious skies, freedom and home of the brave. At least you Jesus followers…how about “Love one another as I have loved you” John 13:34
Turns out our truck driver had found and followed Jesus in prison, but was adrift in the big cold world not having found any support. He found God’s warming love from an unlikely stranger on one of the coldest nights winter could bring. That saga will continue…
“Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink? And when did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you? And when did we see you sick or in prison and visit you?’ And the King will answer them, Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.” Matthew 25:37-40
Note: All pictures taken in our front or back yard or on the lake nearby. Feel free to check out my Gods Way are Different blog. I also have pictures for free download here on Unsplash. Right now as I type this, a yearling doe has bedded for the night beside the garden shed and almost under the charcoal grill out of the brutal -50 wind chills (picture taken out the window as not to disturb).