Like much of the country just now, my parish is buried under snow. It is lovely.
The physical beauty of the shimmering clean white cover over everything is stunning. But there is also the spiritual beauty of a big snow fall. It is a universal Sabbath, given to us by God or nature or both.
In 2003 I wrote about the beauty and blessing of snow. It is still true:
"This blanket of snow is a spiritual experience. It is a sign of God's grace and a metaphor for how that grace is experienced."
First of all it is powerful.