Snow

I like the snow. My friend Wells tells me that everything gets quiet when it snows because the density of the snowflakes squashes soundwaves as they travel through the atmosphere. It also makes me think of hope, because if you're inside away from all the windows you don't even know what's going on. But once you look outside, everything is different. I think God works that way a lot. Which I think is great.
Somewhere in the Gospels Jesus tells his friends a story about a farmer that went out into his field and planted a bunch of seeds, and then his jerk of a neighbor came along when he wasn't watching and planted a bunch of weeds in with his crop. The farmer didn't know anything about it until all the plants had grown up, and when he looked out at what he had planted he noticed the weeds . I've done a little bit of gardening/farming stuff in my life (mostly when I was a kid), but I can say this with confidence. That would piss me right off. But the planter didn't really seem to mind all that much, his workers came in and asked if he wanted them to pull the weeds out, but he told them not to. He said that if they pulled up the weeds, it would damage the crop. He said that it would be better to harvest them all when the time was right and seperate the weeds from desired plants then. I know that's an agricultural fact because if any of the root structures grew close to each other they would be fairly tangled together. So pulling the weeds would have devastated the plants he wanted.
I used to think the field represented the all of Christianity, and that at the end of days Jesus would separate the sheep from the goats and so on and so forth. I've gone through some stuff this year that has showed me how this passage relates to me on a purely personal level. It's funny, sometimes we don't even notice the fact that we're changing, we don't really notice anything about it until the change is complete and we find ourselves behaving in a strangely more Christlike manner. I think God does that kind of thing in such a gentle patient manner because were somebody to tug at the weeds before we were harvested, it would destroy our softness of heart. I love that about God.