There is something delightfully thrilling about a mid-winter blizzard, especially one that creeps in at dusk, rages at midnight, and tapers at dawn, leaving the waking world to revel in its creations of twinkling white. This week’s blizzard was exactly this, and experiencing the event with the five children I was staying with made it uniquely charming as I was reminded of the giddiness a five-year-old has while playing in a freshly made winter wonderland. I must admit I felt giddy myself when I looked out the window Wednesday morning and my eyes met the drifts and slopes of snow piled across the neighborhood. And it seemed many others felt a similar excitement as I found my facebook news feed crammed with my friend’s recently uploaded pictures of driveways, decks, and cars drowned in the frozen aftermath of the storm.
A blizzard, thunderstorm, or any act of nature that exhibits itself as greater than man seems to consistently bring about a strange exhilaration to those men whom it affects. It is as though people are aroused by the power it holds that so exceeds their own and amused by their attempts to conquer that which they already know to be unconquerable. In Psalm 147 the psalmist writes, “He sends forth His command to the earth; His word runs very swiftly. He gives snow like wool; He scatters the frost like ashes. He casts forth His ice as fragments; who can stand before His cold?” These chilling words bring fear and worship into the heart of those who recognize the Composer of this magnificent symphony of nature. And while His melodies are both terrible and lovely, mysterious and sweet, they all harmonize perfectly in pointing to Him who is Master of them all.