Last week I participated in a worship service called, "In the Bleak Midwinder." The service was intended to focus on our state of being in the cold, harsh, mid of winter. The weather the day of the service was sunny and 60 degrees.
Today that service seems appropriate. As I gaze out my window a light wintry mixture continues to fall. The world seems quieter and most everyone is seeking refuge indoors. Many children, students, and employees are celebrating a snow day. The clouds brought a gift of rest and a break from our daily routines packaged in a white wet mix.
During the service there was time to mediate and focus the winters of our lives. We heard a poem and prayer about the harsh death of winter. Even though I am experiencing the bleak midwinter, I find myself quite glad. Today I experienced the calm the snow brought in the bleak midwinter. I suspect if I lived further north I would be praying for more sun and warmer temperatures and understand the word bleak more fully.
Winter can be a harsh time of clearing and of death, a time for us to mediate and reflect on our lives. May it also be a time of calm and rest in the bleakest of moments.
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