I live in Philly, I'm watching the news, and it's snowing. This is the Northeast region of the United States and while it's not Illinois or Wisconsin or Minnesota. . . it does snow. This is no surprise (to look out on the ground and see snow) but, as I'm sitting here, watching the news, the snow is the big story. Every time it happens it makes me laugh. Think about it--it's always the same story.
The anchor man or woman comes on and says, "Big story tonight, it's snowing. . .alot. Let's talk to Gary who's out in the field, Gary."
"Yeah Tom, I'm out here in the middle of Center City and it is indeed snowing. In fact, it's snowing directly on top of me, on my head Tom. It's snowing right on my head. It looks like this storm is going to continue to come down until tomorrow, and when we wake up, they'll be snow on the ground."
"Wow Gary, it is snowing right on your head. Stay warm. More from Gary in a minute; now we'd like to go to Monica who's made her way down the interstate to talk to the men who plow the snow and throw down the salt, Monica."
"Hi Tom, I'm here with Jack who plows the snow. Jack, what do you have to say about tonight's conditions?"
"Well, it's definitely snowing and we're gonna be out all night plowing the snow and throwing down the salt."
"Wow Jack, that's amazing. Now tell us exactly what it is that you and your team will be doing tonight?"
"Well, that man, and that man, and that man are going to get in their trucks and plow the snow and throw down the salt."
"Okay Jack. What do you have to say to the drivers out there and the people who'll be on the road?"
"Drive slow. There'll be snow on the ground and it'll be pretty slippery."
"Monica Stantopolopolus, with Jack, in the snow."
"Okay Monica, thank you. More from the snow later on in the broadcast."
Maybe I'm a cynic but I find this strangely humorous. It's like snow is an out of the ordinary anomaly. However, I do see God's common grace and mercy in the "bad" weather; this is also the murder capital of the U.S., let alone the Northeast and there wasn't a murder reported on the news tonight. Praise God that His sovereign snow kept a crime "indoors" tonight. And when I wake up tomorrow, I'll be reminded of Isaiah 1:18:
Come now, let us reason together, says the LORD: though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall become like wool.
