Whiter Than Snow

I keep sweeping the porch and sidewalk off as the snowy days continue here in Southern Ohio. I look at the beauty of the winter wonderland covering the ground all around me. It glistens with little sparkles of ice within. It even shimmers under the slight sunrays today.

I look at the large cedar trees in our yard that have been dusted with the powdery white crystals sent from God. It has reminded me of powdered sugar that I use to think of when I was a child. At a very small age I could taste the sugar in my mouth as I looked out over the weeds and stubble and the cedar trees filled with this beautiful covering. I even think of the same thing today and taste it in my mouth as I see the flakes that have been sprinkled by the Lord himself. I can not tell you why I associate this with powdered sugar. It always reminded me how I saw sugar sprinkled on a piece of gingerbread and thought of it as snow, I suppose.

It is always good to go back and think of things in our childhood. I felt a warm feeling at the thought of being a child again. The simple like pleasures that are pleasing to the taste or to the eyes. This brings me to the homemade ice cream that was made from fresh snow, milk, sugar, and vanilla. You had to be sure to go where there was no trace of dirt or where animals may have trod. I always had trouble finding the right spot because of the little black suet spots on the snow. Black beads fell from the chiminey of the coal stove that belched out a curly black smoke. It was a drift usually that stood in heighth with soft, powdery, and a dry snow that scooped easy with a large spoon. If it was not a freshly fallen snow it would become icy on the top and unfit for this delicacy.

We usually would end up with a irritated stomach or a plain old bellyache or the gripes they called it. Mom would tell us to not eat too much or it could even act as a laxative. Do you think that stopped us. Going to the little out house out side through the cold made us wish we had listened to our mother a few hours prior.

I have not tried it, but they say to drop maple syrup, homemade syrup, or molasses that has been boiled down to the hard candy stage into a bowl of fresh snow sets it. It makes a hard tack candy within seconds. I may try it for my grandchildren sometime. It is wonderful to be a child once in a while and know that you still are a live and have dreams as when you were little.

The point I am getting to is from the word on how we become whiter than snow. The Lord has made us that way when He washes us of our sins. We only need to repent and call on Him and He begins to wash us with the word.

The word being Himself makes us whiter than snow.

Take a look at the next snow fall that you have been given from the Lord. Each one is pure and given new. Every snowflake is unique and different from the other one. There are no two alike. The white blanket it so bright and brilliant to the eye as you see the sun reflecting on the crystals within. If we are made whiter than snow than it must be almost impossible to look at with the naked eye. Something that we could not look upon with the naked eye would blind us.

The bible even says, That know man has ever seen God. He hid Moses in the rock and covered him with the hallow of His hand as He passed by. He came down from the mountain with a brilliance upon his faith with the Ten Commandments. In Revelation we will have no need of the sun in heaven for Jesus Himself will be our light in the city of God.

There should be something different in the lives of those who love the Lord and have been washed by His blood. We should radiate a light within that is of Him to all those around us. It will be no mistake to the eyes of the beholder that we have been with the Lord. I think of Stephen, full of faith and the holy ghost, whose face was like an angel to those around him. A transformation on the inside had taken place.

So the next time you witness a snow from the Lord keep this in mind. He said, Though our sins be scarlet He has made them whiter than snow. He is the God of our lives and radiates his light through us daily.

Written By: Karen Armstrong January 28, 2003