A peace has settled upon the hollow, an exquisite quietness. Snow has come.
A character in my Christmas novella, Grandpa Hack, was fond of singing hymns as he went about his farm chores. His favorite was Whiter Than Snow. This Sunday morning I could not help but join my voice with Grandpa’s, singing the comforting words of that old song as I witnessed the cleansing effect of the snowfall. Even my trashcan was pristine under its cover of white; what had been dirty was now clean.
Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow,
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
James Nicholson, 1872 (Public domain)
My Lord’s forgiveness of my sins has made me clean. His precious pardon each morning means I can have a new beginning …whiter than snow.
I turned in my Bible to the well-known scripture that was the inspiration for the hymn:
Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean.
Wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.
Palms 51:7 NIV
We were unable to make it to church today because of the snowy roads…but I have worshiped. Thank you Jesus, for the beautiful reminder of your love and forgiveness.
Have a blessed Lord’s Day.
Dee Dee
Such a beautiful post, Dee Dee. You are quite the photographer!
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing part of your worship time with us.
Thank you, Cathy. Wished you could have seen me chasing the cat and dog to get their sweet paw prints.
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