The Inevitable
THE pressing question that dances in rhythm with the beat of every human heart is, “What are you going through or where are you coming from?” This question, firstly, stems from our humanity. The poor nor the wealthy can escape the answering of this question. Regardless of the variables that produce this question, you will always, with, finality, arrive at one answer. Life is filled with snow. Anyone above the age of reason has seen and tasted this truth. For life consists of seasons and we are the Sun that makes the Earth go ‘round. Isn’t it odd that the season which we find most uncomfortable is that of the winter? For in the winter, it seems as if the bold Sun loses its confidence. Ain’t the darkest days in the winter? The flowers lazily germinate through the frigid, dry soil and the euphonious singing of the birds dim like the lights in a theater and life appears to slow down, yeah, atrophy. As we retire to bed at night hoping to be reenergized through our sleep, we pensively lay in the darkness—realizing that each unique journey in life is filled with snow.
Life is filled with snow.
The path to this arduous journey begins with our birth. As we grow, experience teaches us of snares and deceptive signs that plunge us headfirst into the snow. As we mature, we realize, sometimes, our snowy season is a test from our good Father (John 15). Nevertheless, isn’t the inevitable nowhere in particular, yet everywhere? There is the naive who make mistakes that cannot be undone. There is the one has seen much, understood even more, and remains completely unafraid. There is the wise who learn from both. Each journey is filled with snow. Are you not one slip of the tongue away from an injurious comment to a loved one? Mentally, where do you find yourself when that superhero in your life dies? You ever find yourself praying to the Most High God for a person and they grow worse? You ever exhausted all your mental, emotional, and physical strength only to realize you’ve been trekking in the wrong direction? What ever happened to your New Year’s Resolution? What happens to a dream deferred?
Isn’t the inevitable nowhere in particular, yet everywhere?
If we underestimate or don’t prepare for the snowy season, we will reflect on our life and realize that we’ve been walking on the treadmill of delusion. Building castles in the sky. Chasing bubbles that burst. Rationalizing our indolence. For genuine, revolutionary growth requires all four seasons. Remember reader, it is only for a season. At the end of the snowy season we can answer the question with joy and hope. We can eagerly provide another with advice and perspective on how to get through the darkness and touch Jesus’s robe in order to find grace to suffer well. In doing so, the one who enters this journey of life will walk with understanding. We all understand what needs to be done, but only the snowy seasons teaches us what we need to lose in order to get to the promise land.
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under Heaven.”
