Let It Snow

It first happened this year on Election Day. It was the first Tuesday in November. I hate election day.

I know, I know. Most of you are thinking, “so do I.” But my reasons have nothing to do with politics. I am not here to talk about our broken electoral system or the poor choice of candidates we always seem to nominate for the top offices of our land. Well… I guess I just did talk about it. But no more. My reasons for hating election day stretch all the way back to the first time I was old enough to vote. I didn’t. Not that year.

I still can remember it like it was yesterday even though it is now more than twenty years past. I was sitting in an airport lobby waiting for the first possible flight home when I got the news. It was too late. Less than an hour earlier, after a horrifying night struggling against a traumatic brain injury sustained while playing basketball, my father had died. Those are words no eighteen-year-old kid should ever hear.

So while everyone else in America was stepping into those ballot boxes casting votes for candidates who they know will make very little difference in the long run, I was flying over our country, dazed and broken, trying to make sense of what my world had just become.

That was more than half a lifetime ago now, so it isn’t something that breaks me apart every time I think about it. Oh, there is the loss, but I am hardly the only person who has suffered tragedy. Even in my own family, I have seven other siblings, most much younger than me who did not get to enjoy as many years and memories with such a great man as my dad was. Honestly, at this point, there are years where I almost make it the whole way through the day without the thought of the anniversary coming to mind.

Even still, I never fail to be in a down mood on Election Day.  Today was no exception. It wasn’t necessarily a horrible day. My students hadn’t really didn’t behave any worse than normal. If anything, the fact that it was so cold and cloudy seemed to put a damper on everyone and I didn’t have to deal with the normal level of eager energy that comes with working with multiple classes of first and second graders. No, the classroom was pretty much normal. But I couldn’t wait to get out of there. I just wasn’t in the mood to do anything more than the minimum required to function.

I got home and sat on the couch watching… something. Oh yeah, it was an episode of the Orville. The one where that kid security officer puts herself into some simulation to prove that she is worthy of the position on the ship that she has even though she is so young and insecure. I really do like the show. It reminds me of the old Star Trek shows. But today I just wasn’t feeling it. I was restless and moody. It rained for a bit, but then it looked like it had all cleared up so I figured why not head outside and clear my head.

It was cold. It was bitter cold. Before I had made it two blocks from my house, I was wondering if this was such a good idea after all. My cheeks were turning red and I pulled my hoodie up and over to keep my ears from feeling the biting wind. It wasn’t a hard wind, but my right cheek and my nose could feel every icy gust that intermittently assaulted me. There were far more brown leaves wet and mushy in the grass and along the edges of the road than there were hangers-on in the nearly bare trees overhead. A month or two back, this would be a beautiful walk of orange and yellow, violet, red and green. Now, it is grey and brown. Cold and grey and brown.

Right about the time I reached the park and was about to circle around and head towards home, the streetlights started popping on. You would think these things would be on a timer, but they all seemed to rebel against conformity. The first one to pop on was about half a block up. Then the one I had just passed came on. It created a sudden shadow before me that, half a second later disappeared as one more light decided to join the club.

That is when it happened. I was looking up at this most recent light to turn on when I saw it. As big as my thumbnail, a snowflake played in that light as it meandered its way toward the ground. I stopped in my tracks to watch it, and then I saw the second one. Then a third. Then a fourth. Soon there were hundreds of these things gently floating down from heaven. Even the breeze had stopped to gape in awe of their beauty.

I wasn’t the only one to notice winter’s arrival. There were a couple kids who had braved the cold to play at that park. One little boy, about five years old, bundled up in blue, was standing on the platform right at the top of the slide. He threw his arms out wide and sang loud and out of key, “Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. Then he dove head first down that slide laughing with glee all the way.

My gloomy mood could not survive this beauty and childlike glee. The rest of my walk home took me twice as long to walk. I walked that way with a smile on my face taking in the beauty of everything I saw. First that song, then another, and another, and another we are all familiar with as the soundtrack of Christmas began playing through my head. It had started. The Christmas season had arrived on what has always been one of the gloomiest days of my year.

That snowfall did not last long. Nothing turned white that evening. But it was enough. God had taken a bad and broken day and turned it into a thing of beauty. That is what Christmas is all about. From now until the day, we are going to explore the soundtrack of Christmas. Some of these songs are great. Some of them are awful. But that’s OK. That is what life is like and Christmas is all about how God stepped out of heaven and joined us in this walk of life. So, for the next couple weeks, I encourage you to talk that walk with me. We will use both iconic and obscure songs to explore together the true meaning of Christmas. I will see you again tomorrow, but today… let it snow.

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15 thoughts on “Let It Snow

  1. Oh, my goodness! Welcome back!!! I have missed your blogs! Missed you! Don’t you just LOVE how GOD shows up when you need Him most in the most creative and glorious ways!!! Even the little boy shouting out on cue, just so you could hear! Grateful to have your writing back in my inbox!!! Blessings and Joyous Christmas to you!

  2. Praise God. You have no idea how long I have been holding you up in prayer, wondering if you were alright. It’s a good thing I’m not near you right now because I could be persuaded to give you a boot in the rear. Don’t do that! You also changed your post format, I though maybe someone was making a post for you but then I saw the words flow and I knew it was you. Amazing. God has given you a rare gift, with the way you write and the way in which you strike at the heart of our humanity and our Lord. I’m so glad you’re back! Many blessings and a wondrous and joyous Christmas to you BJ and yours.

    • Thank you and please continue to lift me and this community up in prayers. In many ways around here things have not been good. People have been jailed, others expelled from the country, and still more are facing expulsion one of whom will possibly be killed when he is forced to return. In other ways things are going great. A new church is being born, connections are being made in the community with Muslim friends and neighbors, and this season provides plenty of opportunity to share our faith. These past couple months have certainly been evenftul and as much as I have been itching to get back on here, I felt that this was a season where I needed to focus on the local. Again, thank you and please continue those prayers

  3. I lost my earthly Father June 12th of 2006, another in a long list of horrible things in June. 12 years and the pain hasn’t left. Oh, I find joy in my three year old’s smile. I find happiness but the pain.. The times I wish I could just see him. I digress. The point was your words touched me. Thank you! As I live in Tennessee and it doesn’t really snow, Let me say God Bless you and tommorrow’s another day, I’m thirsty anyway, so bring on the rain.

    • Really sorry to hear about your father. This time of year, it is hard to forget the ones we miss.
      I live in Gaziantep and it doesn’t really snow here either. This story as all the Christmas stories that were written and are coming will be to one level or another a blend of fiction and truth.
      But thank you and happy holidays.

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