Considering the recent snowstorm we had here in Central PA, I thought it fitting to open up this piece on the site.
I despise the cold. In fact the only thing I hate more than cold is being cold and wet. Hence, winter is not my favorite season. Funny, I know since I grew up in an area that had long winters, giving me ample memories of heavy snowfalls and record breaking snow storms. However, I am convinced that somewhere in my cancer treatment I was transfused with tropical blood, because I would move somewhere that was warm and sunny 24/7/365 anytime if it were possible.
One evening, as I returned home from work in the dark (as usual this time of year), I was mentally grumbling about the cold. Then I looked up. The sky was perfectly clear and a myriad of stars shone like diamonds against the midnight blue sky. It was so stunning, that I stood still in that cold darkness (which I detest), just to take in the beauty.
God gives those in northern latitudes two gifts: the longest nights and limpid skies.
One reason for the clarity of a winter’s night is that cold air cannot hold as much moisture as warm air can. On summer nights, the warm moisture-laden atmosphere causes the sky to appear hazier. By day it is a milky, washed-out blue. However, in winter the sky becomes a richer, deeper and darker shade of blue. For us in northern climates, this only adds more luster to that part of the sky containing the beautiful wintertime constellations. Indeed, it is seemingly nature’s holiday decoration to celebrate Christmas and illuminate the long cold nights of winter.
God provides beauty in every season of our lives. It may be difficult to see this when we are disgruntled or hurting. We can be so consumed with the cold darkness around us, that we forget to seek the beautiful. Sometimes all it takes to change our attitude is a different perspective. Perhaps we only need to look up.