It's a Quiet Thing

Today, we had snow. Everyone is joking about how bi-polar Colorado's spring is. Truth be told, that's how it usually is. And I usually love cooler weather, but even I am getting tired of these snows.

However, I had a moment today that reminded me of why I love snow. I walked outside my office to the parking lot, and everything was silent. The snow puts a damper on all the regular little sounds that follow us. Silence with the exception of the optimistic robins grabbing the ornamental cherries that have already given up hope and fallen to the ground.

In this moment, I realized that just as Kander and Ebb said in Flora the Red Menace..."it's a quiet thing." Most things of beauty and delight are quiet. Now, there are many exciting things that certainly are worth celebrating, but when you get down to the essence of them, I imagine you'll find they are quiet.

I reflected on Jesus' humility. He didn't come with a fanfare. (He will...loud enough for the whole world to fall to its knees...but that's another topic.) He didn't shout out who He was. He lived and died quietly. Amazing how that quiet moment of death has affected the whole word, huh? And beyond that, the quiet moment of resurrection! Had Disney had their hands in it, we would have had trumpet blasts and confetti! But no. It was a quiet moment, revealed to one woman. How awesome.

I'd sure like to take a lesson in that. When I accomplish something, I want to shout it from the rooftops! Pride is too loud. And I wish I could say here and now that I'm going to master humilty, but that's impossible. Instead, I'll just enjoy the quiet of the snowfall outside. And perhaps listen to "When it all comes true, just hte way you planned...it's funny, but the bells don't ring..." It's a quiet thing.