It was very good to see you Sunday morning and Wednesday night! God blessed us with two great services and times of fellowship. I enjoy a good snow but I don't enjoy being homebound. And I especially enjoy a church full of life!
Watching the snow gradually melt I was reminded of C.S. Lewis' description of his own conversion:
Early in 1926 the hardest boiled of all the atheist I ever knew sat in my room on the side of the fire and remarked that the evidence for the historicity of the Gospels was surprisingly good: "All of that stuff about the Dying God...It almost looks as if it had really happened once." To understand the shattering impact of it, you would need to know the man (who has certainly never since shown any interest in Christianity). If he, the cynic of all cynics, the toughest of the toughs, were not—as I would still have put it—"safe," where could I turn? Was there no escape? ...I became aware that I was holding something at bay, or shutting something out...Then came the repercussion on the imaginative level. I felt as if I were a man of snow at long last beginning to melt. The melting was starting in my back—drip-drip and presently trickle-trickle. I rather disliked the feeling.
Praise God that snowman melted! I suspect most of us can identify with Lewis. We've all held God at bay, or tried to, but the Lover of our Souls eventually melts our cold hearts and brings us into the warmth of His unfailing love where He subsequently leads us to still waters and green pastures.
I'm pleased that so many of you are returning to church and others promise they will attend in the very near future. Easter isn't far off and I yearn to see every one by then, if not before!