Blessed is the one whose transgressions are forgiven, whose sins are covered. Ps.32:1.
Snow covers Colorado. It started to fall soft and delicate last evening, while we celebrated our pre-Christmas with Grandma and Grandpa. Tiny snowflakes swirled their way through the gathering dusk. We watched them dance from under Christmas tree warmth. Then we slept deep as the flakes swelled thicker and stronger, mounding heavy white upon the surfaces of our city.
Snow is a covering. It strips away the grunge of daily grime. It falls soft, dusting a blanket of icy cleansing, transforming neighborhood into wonderland.
Covering and cleansing. That is what our dark stains cry for. That is how Incarnation reached down for us – by covering us, cleansing us, causing the redeemed to dazzle with the purity of driven snow.
The Covering and Cleansing of Incarnate Grace falls down to grimy earth through Advent. He falls upon us, soft and still, unobtrusive, yet transforming everything that has ever been or ever will be, all at once, for all time –
Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. Ps.51:7.