I’ve had enough of snow for the week or for the month or for the entire winter. I’d say that I’ve had enough for the year, but I’m fairly sure that I could tolerate a bit of snow in December–you know, White Christmas and all that.
A friend of mine sings the praises of snow. She loves it. She can’t wait for it to come in and make the whole world magical. But then she lives in mid-Tennessee, where a half inch of snow that lasts for three hours is a big deal. Here in Kansas City, we’ve had something white on the ground nearly every day since the beginning of the year. We had more snow in November than we had all of last year. And right now, it is coming down in fine flakes, almost too small to be felt. It’s the portent of more to come.
For a solid week now, I’ve been driving Penny crazy by, several times a day, saying, “I’ve had just about enough of this winter nonsense. Have I mentioned that?” She smiles as she grits her teeth. Tonight, in expectation of the blizzard that has just begun outside, we’ve now cancelled the third deacons meeting of 2019. It’s February 19 and we still can’t get the guys together. My school closed at 5:00 p.m., and I won’t cry if we get a snow day tomorrow out of the thing. That’d be the only positive to come out of another four inches of snow.
Why? Why is it still snowing? Why do we have to put up with this nonsense, watching our streets torn up by the freeze-and-melt cycle, struggling to drive here or there? Where is the justice in all of this?
Of course the answer is a non-answer. When Job wagged his finger at God, questioning God’s justice, the Lord’s response was simple and stern. It was an eloquent version of “Shut your mouth!” In part, it was like this:
Have you ever in your life commanded the morning
or assigned the dawn its place,
so it may seize the edges of the earth
and shake the wicked out of it? –Job 38:12-13
Why the snow? I don’t know. I’m still fed up with it, but no amount of my impatience will change a bit of it. So we just hold out for a snow day!