Yesterday I spent about 4 hours raking and shoveling snow off the roofs of my house and garage. As I stood there on top of a ladder with an avalanche of snow descending over my head and onto my son below who was holding the ladder...I found myself getting tired of the cold and heavy grip of the White Witch of winter.
Today as I was preparing for Sunday in 1 Corinthians 11:26, I read this verse: "...You proclaim (preach) the Lord’s death until He comes."...I was moved by the part: "Until He comes". What hope is packed up in that verse. Like a flower in bud, yet to unfold, but in the right season it opens up all its beauty for the waiting world. I too am waiting for the return of Jesus.
Waiting, remembering, longing...for the return of Lion of the tribe of Judah...to end this very long winter.