Three days ago I was walking around in short-sleeve shirts basking in the 67 degree weather. Two days ago i would thought i was experiencing Noah's flood all over again, if it had not been for the promise that God made way back then. Then to my ignorant surprise, that 67 degrees became 31 and that rain became snow. At first, confused by this i gloried in the surprise that i thought to be more a weather momentary accident than anything else, but as it kept snowing and kept snowing, i thought again. I drove an hour and a half in this snow storm to return to my athenian collegiate abode from Grace Baptist Church, following an intensely wonderful choir practice. It was this choir practice, singing of the glory of the Lord and his ressurection that set my heart in a spirit of worship as I was on the road. Due to the inclement weather I certainly was concerned for my safety as i travelled the now one-lane, snow covered highway, but as I traveled and prayed it was simply to glorify the Lord for what i saw, an industrialized highway become a vast wonderland of white majesty. Think Purity. Think holiness. That White.
When the lord delivered me safely home, I could do nothing but be grateful. I danced a little in the snow and threw a few snowballs in no particular direction. Then with the fast numbing of my fingers I sang out loud just one line "hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord."
God of creation, take my breathe away! And he did. Sure, the rest of the night I was trapped inside with my roommates and girlfriend, power flickering on and off indecisively while we tried to keep ourselves entertained studying everything from Greek, chemistry, history and music--But the few splendid moments of awe were worth. Staring out the window at the fresh falling powder, ground free of man's mark, I worshipped.
Worship because God is worth it.