The plans of nearly everyone in a four state area have been interrupted.

For almost a week they told us it was coming.  We listened to them with reservation because the experts have been consistently wrong lately.

This time the meteorologists were right.  One guy went a bit far, predicting what he called “Snowmageddon.”  We got 4-7 inches and it was snow, not the snow/ice mix we get a few times a year.

If Arkansas gets four inches of snow, the place shuts down.

Most of those in the North would consider us snow-challenged.

My better half has been teaching her little students about winter and today they will have a home-based field trip.  Snowmen will be everywhere.

The teen son is whistling. He doesn’t ever whistle on a Monday morning when school is facing him.  The words “No school” bring a joy that only a child (and many teachers) can understand.

The teen daughter will reschedule her biannual appointment with her transplant doctor.  How many doctors are looking out their windows this morning and sound just like my son?

And then there’s yours truly.   No complaints here.  The clients will have to wait (with bated breath I’m sure).

I’m sitting here, as I type, eating a plate of hash browns and eggs.  The potatoes have just the right gob of ketchup on them, the scrambled eggs made with cheddar and salsa.  There’s so much here I’m going to eat half and save the rest for dinner.

I have just been handed a side dish of sliced pears.

“I got them on sale,” she says.

How I ended up with a wife who has so many talents I’ll never know.  The homemade breakfast thumps the usual Monday morning fare.

Blueberries love the snow

I usually throw a handful of oatmeal in a bowl and pour some boiling water on it. A few chocolate chips and a sprinkle of cinnamon and I’m happy.  A spoonful of peanut butter is added to the menu if I feel I haven’t had enough protein lately.

It’s quick and easy, fits the program, and is supposed to lower the bad cholesterol.

Days like this one are rare.

We have been forced to change our plans.

It is a wonderful thing.

Snow always reminds me of God’s grace.  I might not have this opinion had I grown up in Minnesota.  Nevertheless, there’s something about layers of water in a pure white fluffy form that creates a covering.  God’s creation is the ultimate object lesson.

1How blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven,
Whose sin is covered!

God used David to pen these words and used Paul to repeat them (Romans 4:7).

As soon as man messed up, God had a plan to cover his sins (Gen. 3:15).

So…who qualifies to have their sins “covered?

John 3:16 says “For God so loved the world…”

It couldn’t be clearer.  Everyone qualifies.  The snow is covering the houses of believers and unbelievers alike.  Jesus died for everyone, even those who will never believe.

“that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life.”

18“Come now, and let us reason together,”
Says the LORD,
“Though your sins are as scarlet,
They will be as white as snow;
Though they are red like crimson,
They will be like wool.”

Our schedules have been interrupted.

It is an opportunity.

The great prophet knew, hundreds of years before the Messiah came, that forgiveness was possible.  The first chapter of Isaiah says it well:  “Come…”

The crimson stain can be removed.  It can be as white as snow.

8“If we say that we have no sin, we are deceiving ourselves and the truth is not in us.

9If we confess our sins, He is faithful and righteous to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” (1 John)

What a beautiful day it is.

Chris Reimers


  1. Pearl says:

    Where do I start? I’m a mess of conflicting opinions! My first reaction to all that snow was “YUCK!”, but now, learning how much peace it has brought you and yours, not to mention the heaven sent reminders of His saving grace, I’m inclined to change my mind. It is a pretty scene.

    Did I read correctly? Peanut butter and blueberries in the same bowl?!? Sounds like the beginnings of a birdcake recipe to me (I make those for my feathered friends during the winter months). Surely, it can’t be your wife’s idea. Rather, it sounds like a manly concoction (I call it “dude food”). My husband has been known to create scary combinations as well, and my boys are quickly following suit. Scary.

    • Chris says:

      “Dude food” is a great description for anything I make myself. If it takes more than 3 minutes to put it together, it’s not happening.

      The combination, though simple, might appear scary to some. I have been known to throw a few blueberries, if available, into the oatmeal I described. I can skip the chocolate if so. Simplicity is key.

      Your sons sound like mine. As I write this, mine is reading Chuck Norris jokes off of the internet. Here is a sample:

      Chuck Norris has already been to Mars. That’s why there’s no life there.
      Chuck Norris can tap dance barefoot.
      Chuck Norris is the only man to beat a brick wall at tennis.
      Chuck Norris can win a game of Connect Four in only 3 moves.
      Some people wear Superman pajamas. Superman wears Chuck Norris pajamas.

      Snow days, dude food, and Chuck Norris jokes. Life doesn’t get any better.

      I’m sure your winged friends appreciate the cakes you make them. I was soooooooo close to getting a good picture of a beautiful little bird today. He decided to fly away just as I had him in focus. I did get a pic of a little bird’s footprints in the snow. HOP, HOP, HOP.

      • Pearl says:

        Too funny! Has he seen this one?


        Hope those bird feeders are full! Just today I spotted swallows under the bridge! Back already! Noooooo! Why don’t they wait a month or two?

        Okay, about time for the scheduled webcast…hope to see a follow-up report.

        • Chris says:

          Glad you checked out the webcast. Kind of tells the story. Here’s a kid from a Christian home who ends up as director of an abortion clinic. Ouch.

          I hope the book has great sales numbers. I checked out Amazon and the price was cheaper than the offer given on the webcast. As I spend my days in a pregnancy crisis center, I’ll check with the director before I make any purchase.

          I thought that one item was lacking from the webcast. Unless I missed it, there was no mention of where the proceeds from the sale of the book would go. Something like that wouldn’t normally bother me except that there was a pretty big push for folks to buy the book.

          My webcast shut down in the middle of the interview, an hour after it started. Maybe it was mentioned at the end, but I think they should have been upfront about how any profits would be disbursed.

          Loved the Sacred Sandwich site. After reading the “About” and the top “Notorious Post,” it is a blog right up my alley and a much welcomed addition to my blogroll.

          I have to admit that the only bird feeder we have is one for hummingbirds. There must be plenty of natural stuff to munch on, however, as the birds nest in the yard in a number of places.

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