All week we were warned. We emailed clients. We adjusted schedules. We prepared. Today when we woke up there wasn’t anywhere close to the projected 37 inches of snow. It is more like one or two inches and that is a number that disappoints everyone.
Look outside and see a light dusting. No snowballs. No sledding. Only the long insufferable drag of the sameness of a different Sunday. Surging forward towards that abyss of time. We made it through another week and this is our rewarded.
The kids are already scheduled to be off from school tomorrow and Tuesday and this is terrible. Not because of the schedule, but because we have just had them home a bunch for being sick, and now they are going to be home again. Home with a soggy ground, because the snow laid down a two inch nothing.
It isn’t exciting or fun or remotely engaging. It isn’t even that pretty. A light dusting is nothing special. It is less than nothing. It is the purity of disappointment. Our day remains to us. Nothing but a normal Sunday, but already altered. Events canceled. Plans thrown into flux. We still have to go on.
I look forward to things that are no longer happening. There will be no donuts at church and no Sunday school either, and we have to wait until lunchtime to go. I am going to have to plan on this and eat something before we go.
Today is going to be a lot of focus on the true bread when I’d much prefer a donut. With how unhealthy donuts are that is probably a good summation of the struggle presented in the Bible. In other words man wants donuts and God wants better for us but we keep going after the donuts and end up with heart disease, diabetes, and gingivitis. The wage of sin is death after all and sin comes from man’s disobedience to God by seeking what is man made instead of created, and few things are as man made as a donut.
David Huzzard Writes 