Well the snow has laid hold of the earth and will not relinquish it like the mighty struggle we wage for faith. Our heart, that dull, sedimentary, stone heart, we labor to fan to flame that which lies cold beneath the skin like the earth beneath the snow. We beat our body to enslave it to faith as violently we take His kingdom of salvation. Who has faith and has not found it often frozen like the pure white snow, its beauty there lies until we seek to cloak ourselves in it and find there is no warmth from its blanket. The faith that soared while sitting by the fire and watching Him snow the earth in purest white now lays cold as the ashes that fill my hearth. But Christ in God does not take on my feelings as to mount His defense. He is true and His salvation assured even when I lay spent at the very gate. He stands inside the gate knowing full well that I also, inside the gate, I, His cold child, lay wrapped in His loving, warm arms.
Thoughts on Matthew 11:12
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| A barge pulls itself up river as the snow begins to fall. |
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