The Threat in Snow
Without a doubt, our brief look at Zephaniah thus far has been tough. But I, even ask myself now, “Why has it been tough?” I believe it has been tough because in the end my mortality is threatened. I spend everyday making sure, in one way or another, that I care for myself and for my family. My entire life is consumed with the plans I have for the next thought, moment, hour, week, and year. I believe that no one cares for my life more than myself. And in many ways I am correct. In fact, I believe that I am charged by my Creator to think in such a way–well, at least to a certain point.
Looking out the window I am confronted with this “certain point” or limit that I speak of. I see the snow falling. And there is absolutely positively nothing I can do about its coming, its falling. As gentle as it falls, it nevertheless demonstrates a powerful intrusion into my day. Is there a person in the world, at this moment that can stop it? Who has harnessed the power of the weather? Who can? Yet we are all subject to its effects everyday! In fact we build and conduct our lives according to the weather. Our autonomy is an illusion. In fact you can’t keep one leaf attached to one branch after a tree has shut down for the year. Sure, you could tape it or tie it to the tree, but there would yet be no life in the leaf, only an illusion.
“Have you entered the storehouses of the snow…” Job 38:22 (ESV)
And so I am confronted in the snow with the Day of the Lord, the Day of wrath, a day of distress and anguish, a day of ruin and devastation, a day of darkness and gloom, a day of clouds and thick darkness, a day of trumpet blast and battle cry. A day illuminating Whose world this is, Who own humanity, Who owns me. He owns me. He owns me. He owns me.
“You turn things upside down! Shall the potter be regarded as the clay, the the thing made should say of its maker, ‘He did not make me’; or the thing formed say of him who formed it, ‘He has no understanding’?” Isaiah 29:16 (ESV)
Your independence is an illusion. Yes, you have a great capacity to regulate your lives. But ultimate independence is an illusion. Is not most of human history a story of man’s quest for independence only to find himself a slave to the idea. Sure we may have a measure of independence and for some time. But in time man has a way and habit of spoiling that which he holds most dear. Independence is an illusion. We were created to be dependants. ”Your life is not your own,” is what I hear in the day of the Lord. “Your life is not your own!”
“Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing.
If any one does not abide in me he is thrown away like a branch and withers;
and the branches are gathered , thrown into the fire, and burned.”
John 15:5; cf. Zeph 2:1.
Lord God, for the glory of Christ, give us an accurate vision of You and who we are before You, that we might live here as we ought.