I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” – Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
18“Come now, let us settle the matter,”
says the Lord.
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red as crimson,
they shall be like wool. Isaiah 1:18
Snow brings out our sense of wonder. We celebrate children seeing their first snow. We wish for it at Christmas. It transforms cities and landscapes into hushed, peaceful wonderlands.
I hope I never lose my joy and wonder over the snow that God sends. I also hope I never lose the sense of wonder that it is a metaphor for my forgiveness. God has power to send the snow from his storehouses (Job 38:22) and he has the power to forgive. I had nothing but the scarlet letter of the adulteress; he took my sin and the stain of it and made it pure. I cannot justify myself any more than I can send the snow. But I will rejoice that my God does.
And when before the throne
I stand in him complete
“Jesus died my soul to save,”
My lips shall still repeat,
“Jesus paid it all!
All to him I owe.
Sin had left a crimson stain-
He washed it white as snow.”
Jesus Paid It All