It was the 17th of September, a crisp, clear, brilliant Denver day… and we were driving north toward Colorado Community Church. It was good to be home, and there was something fresh and beautiful about the morning. Unrestricted views are the byproduct of the high desert that defines this part of the country, and a quick glimpse left raced across the fifty miles to the “high country”… the mountains. I make it a habit not to cheat myself out of any of those looks.
But the reward on this Sunday was bountiful. Overnight, while the shades of evening had been pulled, snow. Most predominant of all was Long’s Peak, a prestigious fourteen thousand foot peak that projects on the north side of the Front Range. It looked proud and powerful… but than it often does. On this Sunday morning the mountain looked like more… it looked clean, pristine in fact.
It seemed as though instantaneously the accumulated gray of summer disappeared. And not in a makeshift disguise or an extravagant cosmetic layer, but in a transformational way. The 16th—gray, the 17th—white.
Come now, let us reason together, says the Lord: though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool. ~ Isaiah 1:18 (ESV)
Yesterday isn’t simply the past… it’s obliterated. Yesterday: pain, regrets, tears, fear, uncertainty, distance, brokenness… today… white. Snow. Transformation.
Even on September 17th, especially on September 17th… of course, when the sun-baked rocks of summer never yield, when gray always wins… white. Snow. Transformation. He alone. God. Creator. Redeemer. Transformer.
… as white as snow, September 17.
Praise to the maker of white.
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