
As I write this snow is falling again! I thought by now that some of the novelty of this “winter wonderland” would be wearing off as I have become a veteran of shoveling our walkway, driving carefully, layering my clothes, and wiping my shoes to get all the salt off. I’ve always like the practice of taking off one’s shoes when entering someone’s home. But living in Northeast Ohio I’ve learned that it’s more than just honoring the host — it’s a necessity to avoid tromping snow all through someone’s home!
Still, winter is a season that brings a particular warmth that we don’t find in other seasons. In the other three seasons we are warmed from the outside. The sun gives us not only light, but heat that makes spring, summer and fall enjoyable seasons to be outside. But not so much in winter. The warmth comes from inside our homes, inside our offices, inside our heavy coats! There is something particularly cozy about a warming winter fire in the fireplace, or the heavy feel of blankets and comforters on our beds.
Which makes me ponder about the particular spiritual beauty of winter. There is beauty, to be sure, in the stark landscapes of winter. But there is an even deeper beauty – beauty that comes from the inner warming places. We are warmed and comforted by our families and families of choice (you know, those families we create that transcend blood relationships) – those people who accept us in just as we are. We are warmed by “home” and all that it means to be home. And, if we dare consider the possibility, we are strangely warmed by the very Spirit of God within us.
Warmed from the inside. Not a bad image to keep before us as we face the cold of winter ahead of us…
modified from an article written for the Pioneer Post
the newsletter of Pioneer Memorial Presbyterian Church







