Ready or Not

Days ago they warned us.

All week we have watched and waited.

“Hey!” they said. “We might get slammed with a major snow storm Friday.”

“Or…it might veer to the southeast and mostly miss us.”

“We can’t say for sure…yet.”

Map graphic created by National Weather Service Pittsburgh - shows to approaching winter storms.

Image credit: US National Weather Service, Pittsburgh

SOMETHING would happen on Friday/Saturday, they told us, but forecast limitations forced us to wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Well, the “winter storm watch” is now a “winter storm warning” and we are readying ourselves for the snow.

Major snow.

It’s coming.

Tomorrow.


But today?

Today is calm.

Blue skies…sun…mostly clear roads…

Without the weather forecast we would not be worried about an impending storm.

A sunny winter day, light dusting of snow on ground, blue skies, afternoon sun.

But we do have the forecast, so we have time to buy in supplies…time to get ready.

Thank goodness we have a pretty specific idea of what will happen and when it will happen.

We are ready for the storm.


This afternoon I reflected on our “storm readiness” and my thoughts wandered to a different kind of readiness.

It occurred to me that, as a Christian, I am supposed to be ready for something else.

I am supposed to watch, wait and ready myself for Christ to return.

Jesus said he’d be back.

But when?

People have watched and waited for nearly two thousand years.

When, Jesus?

Give me an idea of when this is going to happen.

If I just knew when, I would definitely be ready!

Funny thing about that.

Jesus said even he didn’t know when – so, just, be ready.

Watch and wait.

Be prepared.


If only it were as clear as this winter storm forecast.

If only I were given a fairly narrow window of time and then opportunity to get ready.

For the snow storm:  milk…bread…TP.

For Jesus’ return:  forgive those who trespass against me…love my enemies…feed the hungry.

You know – BE READY.


I’m ready for the snow.

For Christ to come again?

I better step up the forgiving, loving, feeding.

I want to be ready.

Peek inside refrigerator - bread, eggs and three gallons of milk.

Five Minute Friday: First

 

Close up of the circles on a cut log.

(So, I’ve been participating in a “writers’ flash mob” of sorts called Five Minute Friday. In response to a one-word prompt, hundreds of writers sit down and write for five minutes flat. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation; unscripted and unedited. Here’s today’s edition…setting the timer….)

Five Minute Friday: First

Go.

The tree grew straight and strong, stretching its branches to the sun, moon and stars; sinking its roots into the soil and rock.

Season after season it grew, soaking up the water and soaking in the light.

Animals and birds found shelter in its branches; moss and lichen attached to its bark.

Wind screamed against it and a stream whispered nearby.

Now fallen, a log reveals its story.

The first circle marks the beginning…the early days.

Its stationary journey now nearly complete, the tree returns to the earth to begin again.

Stop.