Published by Fredric Gluck on 11 Dec 2009
God as One of Us
Greetings from a snowy and quite cold Madison, WI! The temperature when I got up this morning was minus 4 F, which translates, for those of you in other parts of the world, to minus 20 C.
Don’t feel sorry for us, though! The world in deep winter has a beauty and a wonder all its own, and we love it (most of us do). I rejoice as I watch the sun shine on the snowbanks and tiny birds scrounging for seeds, and I remember that the God of springtime and summer is also the keeper of ‘storehouses of snow’ (Job 38:22).
The Word Became Flesh
And in this part of the world, the onset of winter is a reminder that the end of our calendar year is at hand, a new year
approaches and, with it, that wonderful Advent season in which we celebrate the arrival and birth of Jesus, our Savior and Lord. As we at Care of Creation send you our wishes and prayers for a wonderful time of celebration, we trust you are joining with us in remembering Jesus’ birth and all that it means.
But, an article Guardian UK on-line this past weekend not only talked about rats but went on to give an outstanding description of the work being done by Care of Creation Kenya.
Before you try to answer this question, we do know that that some of you live in a house where you have considerably less land than 7 acres (and some more), some of you are farmers and some of you are tried-and-true “urban dwellers” or “dorm denizens” with no land at all.
As we look around what is still a pretty dismal landscape, we realize that these tiny dabs of green are not the only sign of hope. We look carefully at the branches of the lilac bush in the corner. Sure enough – it has buds. We realize that the strange sound we hear is birds chirping in bare branches, as if like Aslan they can sing the leaves back onto the trees. The miracle of springtime is unfolding all around us. No matter how cold and endless the winter has seemed, and no matter how weak our faith, spring always comes. It comes with an explosion of new life, with fresh light, with vibrant new colors, with sounds of birds and water and melting snow. It is the sights and sounds of life overwhelming death. The outcome may have seemed in doubt a short time ago, but today the end is clear: Winter’s defeat is inevitable. Spring is going to win.