The Weather Outside is Frightful
If you’re reading this right now, it’s no news to you that it’s cold today.
Actually, if you’re reading this right now, congratulations! So far you are surviving the winter storm dubbed the “polar vortex.” Other than the fact that I’m fairly certain I’ve never used the word vortex in a real sentence before, this really isn’t new to me. At least it shouldn’t be for a born-and-raised Michigander.
But I suppose after a week without power during the ice storm, we’re a bit skittish to extreme electricity-threatening weather. So when I stopped at Meijer last Saturday to get in on the avocado sale (oh boy do I love homemade guacamole), perhaps I shouldn’t have been surprised by the volume of people and the empty shelves where once sat milk and bread. Snowpocalypse, anyone?
Rains came down and the floods came up…sort of
Sunday morning I woke up to about 5 inches of snow! …And then the power went out. Yay!
By the end of the day, we had about a foot of snow plus some pretty amazing drifts thanks to the high winds. Our power came on JUST in time to watch the Season 4 premier of Downton Abbey which was good because I wasn’t sure I could wait much longer. (On a side note, for my Downton friends, I’m quite certain that even though Lady Mary Crawley is seeing daylight after Matthew’s death, I am not.)
And as I sit now to write, with a high of 3 degrees and wind chill well below zero, I can’t help but think that we shouldn’t at all be surprised by this. Romans 8 says it clearly—Creation is groaning. The earth longs for its Creator to restore the peaceful existence that was life before the fall.
For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now.
I don’t know how this works, but that’s what it says in the Scriptures. This world ain’t right, but soon Christ will return to put things back in order. So I know it’s hard to think about the Siberia-like world outside your window as something divinely beautiful…but if you do, grab that hope which promises perfection and glory through Jesus Christ, and hold onto it.
That’s the only perspective that’s going to get you through the, ahem, polar vortex.