About seven years ago, I had a burial scheduled following Sunday services. The only problem was that snow had begun to fall, and fall quite heavily. By the end of the last service we had several inches of slushy snow. The roads were bad enough that a church member offered to drive me to the cemetery in his four wheel drive. I accepted.
When we got there, the snow had accumulated so rapidly that the tent under which the service was to be held had collapsed. Providentially, the grave was under a large cedar tree which did an amazing job of providing shelter from the storm. The service concluded with the singing of a verse of Amazing Grace, the words drifting out from under the branches until they too fell to the earth in silence along with the swirling snow. One of the people singing was a country singer whose name you would all know, and the whole thing came together in a way that was more beautiful than anything I could’ve imagined.
Beauty is often like that, I think. Some of the most beautiful moments of my life have come at unanticipated times, in unexpected places, in ways I would not have thought possible. It slips past our defenses. Beauty always comes as a gift, and when we find the grace to behold it, something inside again finds its place.
This has been a long winter. A cold winter. A hard winter. For those of us who are feeling it, and feeling it quite keenly, may the beauty that is always around us find a way to your heart.