This morning we have woken up to snow, not just a light flurry but a couple of inches of it. It looks lovely while it is all white and soft without footprints or tyre tracks, and invitation to children of all ages to wrap up get out and have some fun. All too soon however, starting with the road it will get churned up it will become slush and get dirty, it wont be the stuff that can create noises of delight and wonder, produce smiles and happiness, as slush it losses the ability to stop making all the not so good things in life disapear, even if only for a little while, when slush snow becomes something to be avoided to be wished away.
Snow is God made, slush isn’t. Churches should reflect God, but the question I find myself asking this morning is are they snow or slush?
