I am praying for an old fashion snow storm on Friday..You know the kind that shuts down everything for a day or two. The snow is white and fluffy and abundant. The sun comes out after the storm and all the children of all ages play in the snow!!!!!
This email just arrived in my inbox two minutes ago. It's from a member of the church. It came out of nowhere. We were emailing about other things, and then this arrived.
I had just complained to a friend that there is snow coming on Friday. I'm not excited. I am planning to wake up early and go watch the sun rise on an island not far from my home. My friend delighted that it would be pretty. I'm more depressed because it will be cold -- and we might not see the sun actually rise through the falling snow.
As you know, Friday is the day. It's the big anniversary. And I'll admit that I broke down in tears this afternoon. I don't know why. I don't know why this sadness hits me in such a strong, tangible way around this date. But, it does. It hits me every year at this time. And now, it's going to snow. Sigh.
I should thank this church member (though I will probably just delete the email without a reply). I should thank her for reminding me about life and the possibility of resurrection. That's what I hear in her email -- a white blanket of snow that stops us from all of the chaos so that we are forced to enjoy God's creation. Perhaps it's not the familiar Good Friday narrative, but it reminds me that Resurrection is always present. It's something I'm struggling to remind myself. It's something I want to see in the sunrise on Friday morning. I want to be reminded that hope is always alive.