Rev. David Meeker-Williams


What we have here is a fresh field of snow, a pretty rare experience for people in our part of the world. 



I’m thinking of a morning in Canton, Ohio.  We were visiting my wife, Marilyn’s, family the week after Christmas with our youngest, Lindsay.  Lindsay was maybe six or eight and had never seen snow until we woke up that morning.  It was glorious, a fresh fall of a couple of inches of glistening, white perfection!  As we looked out the back of Grandma’s house, there were no marks, no tracks, no imperfections at all.  The snow made a perfect white carpet.  Being southerners, rookies to the snow scene, we threw on some clothes and headed out.  In less than an hour we had tromped and sledded, made snow angels and a sort of a snowperson, and generally made a mess!   But it was a glorious mess!


We were cold to the bone as we sat with coffee and hot chocolate and surveyed the backyard again.  Every sled track and imperfection was a happy memory! The place was a mess for sure, but it was a mess in exactly the way it should be a mess.  Happily, we got a fresh fall of snow the next night as well, and of course, we went out and did it all again.



So I’m thinking about those times in life when we get a fresh beginning.  That’s what we celebrate on New Year’s, isn’t it?  Really, it’s a day like all days, and yet we think of it as an untrammeled new beginning.  Sometimes we start a new school, or a new family or a new job; and it is an opportunity to make a fresh start.  It’s a “do over.”  It’s a sign of grace-ful new beginnings.


We’re starting this new thing together here at Highlands UMC, and who knows what the future holds?  Who knows what tracks and sled marks there’ll be soon enough? 


Right now, what we have is a fresh field of snow, and I am so grateful!