Frozen flakes sweep across the field, and as the light
begins to fade and the temperature drops even more, they begin to slip into the
dips and cracks of the ground and accumulate. A soft blanket of snow smooths
out the sharp contours of the ploughed park, and if this keeps up overnight, by
morning we may not see any shadows or stones, only a pillowy white softness
stretching between the barbed wire fences.
It reminds me of the Lord’s love. Jesus suffered and died
for the sins of the whole world, and as someone taught me, sin is sin, whether
it is a heinous crime, or a juicy bit of gossip. All took him to the cross. And
from the cross, the love in his eyes fell like the snow, levelling us. As the
Scots say, ‘we’re all Jock Tamsin’s bairns’.
We are all God’s children.
I am humbled. I praise God for his mercy and grace, and I
pray that he would open all of our hearts to see with his eyes, forgive as we
have been forgiven, and be kind.
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