How delightful! It was going to snow! I was in New England a few weeks before Christmas, and because I live in a subtropical area, I'd been hoping to see some snow. That would surely make my Christmas something quite special.
But as I rejoiced over the coming storm that the weatherman said could be an important one (and in this context important usually means there will be a considerable accumulation of snow) it dawned on me that this storm could also be a major problem. If the accumulation was too great, stores and businesses would be closed. I had several necessary appointments for the day of the predicted storm, and I had a plane to catch that same evening. Everything had to be accomplished in that one day. As I thought about it, I realized I needed to pray about it—to understand something more of God's control of my environment.
The difficulty was that I didn't want to pray about it. I wanted my snow! Even though I had long understood that Christmas represents the human appearing of Christ, Truth, to mankind, still it was enjoyable to experience the general celebration of the season. My usual Christmas activities weren't especially focused on gross materialism or even on sentimental yearnings. Surely there was nothing wrong with appreciating the lovely holiday music, the beautifully decorated shops, and even the touch of white magic that a winter snowstorm brings. Yet as I attempted to pray, half rebelling, half reaching out to a higher understanding of the season, suddenly the real feeling of Christmas—as though an angel had touched me—reached my struggling thought.
