It is snowing outside as I write. Proper flakes of snow that are settling on the ground. I’m a middle-aged man, but I still get giddy when it snows. I think the reason is that in a matter of minutes the world is made new. Familiar vistas are transformed. And everything is transfigured by a blanket of whiteness. This grey, drab world of ours becomes a wonderland of beauty and delight.
For the last two or three winters I’ve seen this is a picture of the renewal of creation – and that’s just added to my excitement. A world which is recognizably our world will be transformed into a wonderland of beauty and delight. The dirty and drab will be transfigured. Everything will be made new. How can this be? I don’t know. But the falling of snow is perhaps a faint picture of the possibilities.
Of course, in a few days the snow will be gone and we’ll be walking around in an inch of dirty slush-water. The old world will come crashing back. But this morning at least I am giddy at the prospect of a world made new.