“A snower went out to snow. And, as it snowed, a lot of snow fell on the path, and on the rocky ground, and on the thorns, and on the rich soil.
“The shovelers came and removed the snow on the path. The sun rose and melted the snow on the rocky ground. The snow around the thornbushes had to be removed because it impeded the air flow around the heat pump.
“But the snow on the rich soil just sat there. And sat there. And sat there.
“Do you not understand the parable?”
Seriously, though, I think we can actually find one genuine point of agreement between the real parable and my “Winter-storm Jonas Aftermath” version.
Everyone thinks that children love a big snow the most, because school gets canceled for at least 3 ½ days. But, actually, it’s not children who love a big snow the most.
Who loves a foot of snow more than anyone else?
Farmers, of course. All that water, sitting on the fields. For days, for a week, for two weeks. Melting little by little by little into the soil. Nothing moistens a field like a foot of melting snow.
God has spoken His Word to us. Indeed, He has showered it down upon us like a foot of snow. When we participate regularly in the Church’s Sacred Liturgy, the Word of God sits on our souls like snow pack on a field. It moistens our spirits—gradually, constantly, giving us the capacity to burst forth with springtime life, eternal springtime life.