One of the beautiful things about Christianity is the worldwide family gathered around the gospel. Combine an international Family with the Internet, and from my little one-bedroom apartment I can both reach and be reached by New York, California, Florida, South Carolina, Michigan, Colorado, Italy, China, Switzerland, India, Germany, Spain, Brazil, Cameroon, and Papua New Guinea — to name just a few of the places my dear Family reside.
Something that amuses me greatly is observing my Family’s varying reactions to natural disasters. Snow, for example. Recently, the eastern United States experienced a “Snowpocalypse” – the moniker for which has become so popularized, even my phone recognizes and capitalizes it automatically. In New York, friends were sending pleas for help to literally dig their vehicles out of the snow. Because work must go on, despite travel bans and snowed-in vans. In Michigan, school children rejoiced over an extra snow day, but none were terribly concerned about their foot of new powder.
But oh, South Carolina. You make me weep with mirth. True, the Carolinas received more of an Icepocalypse than a Snowpocalypse, and true, ice is potentially much more dangerous than snow…
But was it strictly necessary to shut down the entire state for three days? All right, I also understand the lack of snow- and ice-removal vehicles. But the sun handled that fairly well, as day two of The Icepocalypse found the skies a frighteningly clear blue and the temperature a bone-chilling 50° (10° for my European counterparts). May such terrors plague us the remainder of our days!
Clearly I jest. Because if I were not living in the Sunny South, I would not have reaped the benefits of a freaking-out society. I still worked on our snow day, but in far more comfortable circumstances. I had the pleasure of fewer weekend options, ergo a clean apartment and some new home-sewn bedroom curtains. And besides all the hype, snow is just glorious: God’s unique creation that I’m sure has some purpose in this precious earth of ours, but given to my Sunny South freely for us to enjoy and wonder at in childlike awe.
Though I scraped the ice and snow from my car no less than 5 times (despite being a hermit for nearly three days), and though I suffered a bent windshield wiper and a week of making up for one lost day, and even though I poke fun at the general upheaval: I agree with the Upstate. We all needed a shutdown. A refresh. A break to refocus. I thank God for giving that to us in such a spectacular way.