Tuesday 3 March 2009

Too big to play?

Went to a presbytery meeting on a damp dreich night tonight.
Halfway through the meeting I felt as though something had changed. Oh my colleagues were still droning on but there was something different in the air. Then I realised - it was snowing - heavily. Through the blinds I could just see that kind of silent, mesmerising snow falling.I began to wonder if we'd all get home. Had no one noticed? Or did they just not care - business came first?
Anyway, eventually the meeting rumbled to a conclusion and we left, slipping and sliding to cars.
We all had to clear the snow from our windows yet no one even attempted to start a snowball fight. How sad is that?
Unless you become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of God.
I think we missed an opportunity tonight!

6 comments:

  1. Try it when the next snow falls,somebody may take the hint. Welly

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  2. By that time I might have become one of them - boring. old. **** ! Or I might just have grown up :)

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  3. Hi Liz, This is a poem about snow, I have changed it from Christmas to Easter and when I see snow this poem comes to mind. Never mind the boring old -----! just listen to the snow, it makes a better sound


    Listening to Easter Morning

    Have you ever heard snow?
    Not the howling wind of a blizzard,
    not the crackling of snow underfoot,
    but the actual falling of snow?

    We heard it one night in Aviemore
    quite unexpectedly
    while walking up a hill
    toward our cabin in the woods,
    a soft whisper between footsteps.

    We stopped, switched off our flashlights,
    and just listened.
    All around us in the darkness
    we heard the gentle fall
    of snow on snow.

    No wind, no sound
    but the snow.
    Have you ever heard Easter Morning?
    Not the traffic noises in the city,
    not the bells and hymns,
    beautiful as they are,
    not even the laughter of your children
    as they open their Easter Eggs--
    but Easter morning itself?

    Have you been by yourself
    and just sat and listened to the silence within,
    patiently, without letting the mind
    race to the next Easter chore?

    Perhaps if you have,
    you felt the pulse of all humanity
    beating in your own heart.
    Perhaps you noticed
    an out flowing of love
    for all your brothers and sisters
    on the earth,
    a soft sense of Oneness
    with all that lives.

    In the silence of a snowy night,
    listen intently, holding your breath,
    and you may hear snow on snow.
    Serene, alone,
    undisturbed by thought,
    listen to the silence in your heart,
    and you may hear Easter Morning.

    Copyright © 1994 by Alan Harris. All rights reserved.From An Everywhere Oasis at www.alharris.com

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  4. Why didn't you throw the first snowball? :-)

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  5. Cos I'm the new girl - pretending to be grown up! :) Don't want to blow my cover just yet.

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