Thursday, December 06, 2007

Advent Deep Thoughts

(Remember Jack Handey's "Deep Thoughts"?....)

There's nothing like the anticipation of the next day's snow. Especially when I am shoveling old, rotting ice and mud in the bitter cold darkness, the shivers of anticipation run up and down my back. That may be because my back hasn't yet fully recovered from the previous day's heaving of frozen water and smog, but it's very precious just the same. It's these moments which make me cry out in the words of the Apocalypse, "Maranatha! Come Lord Jesus!" Yes, my atheist neighbor yelled at me over his snowblower to quit my blubbering, but I thought the tears amid persecution made my cri de coeur extra-special to God.

Picture source.

( well-acquainted with the apocalypse and blubbering.)


Maddy said...

God couldn't hear you! He was wearing ear-plugs because of the snow blower.
This is my calling card or link"Whittereronautism"until blogger comments get themselves sorted out.

Joel B. said...

That's why you shoulda never left Nashville.

The Ironic Catholic said...


and Amen to that, Joel.

SherryTex said...

I love this blog. I needed this blog today. Today there was a two hour delay. We had shoveled the night before to make life easy. This morning, we are going nowhere, why? I can't find my keys. One way or another, God was calling a snowday.

Adoro te Devote said...

LOL! I've experienced that! (Is it odd that I was 10 at the time and we were in Michigan shoveling our way out of a very long driveway after 2 feet of snow fell in 3 days....over Thanksgiving...and we couldn't go home until the driveway, sidewalks and cars were cleared? And it was a 10 hour trip?)

Intrepid Mother of the Front Pew Crew said...

It is nice to live in Texas, where we neither know how, nor need to know how to shovel snow. (Although some of us do shovel other things.)

That said, during the War Between the States, General Sherman reportedly stated "If I owned Texas and Hell, I'd rent out Texas and live in Hell." It must have been August.