It snowed yesterday.
And last night.
And as I left for work this morning.
What is it about snow?
How does snow make an ordinary neighborhood extraordinary?
How does snow make the world stop its manic strife?
Is there any silence like unto the silence of a snow-covered landscape?
Snow takes the mundane and make it magical.
It takes the frenetic and bids it stop.
Snow allows our deepest values to bubble to the surface because it–ironically–limits our freedom.
Snow is our modern day sabbath.
It invites us into a reality we should be experiencing each week.
It stands our modern life on its head and we’re surprised to find that we like it–just like the sabbath.