Its our first big snow today. I don't know how I feel about it. Biking home in the snow sucked, and not being able to bike much more until spring isn't going to be fun. On the other hand, I like the snow. I like to watch it fall. It always amazes me when I hear of people, or meet people (cause I have), who have never seen snow. Who won't believe you when you describe it to them. Snow makes me feel fortunate, it reminds of all I have to be thankful for.
A Pastor's Word: Silence
Silence. I think of the servant watching Rebekah intently, waiting to see if his mission is a success. I think of the darkness of the ninth plague; I wonder if there was silence. I think of the Canaanite woman crying for help and Jesus not saying a word. I think of the disciples in the storm as they find that Jesus is asleep. Were they speechless? I think of Jesus in the Garden, his friends all asleep, his prayers rising as his sweat falls. Or the three hours of darkness while Jesus hung on the cross. Was there silence then? I think of the silences I have experienced. The brief pause, the in-drawn breathe, that stretches into an imaginary eternity, when I asked the woman I love to marry me and she had yet to answer. That moment of silence before our baby cried for the first time. The first rays of sun hitting the side of the mountain, when I realized I couldn't hear the highway anymore. The pause in the wind...
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