Gratitude in the midst of an ice storm: Fallen trees, friends, and the storms of life

And here, in this awesomely beautiful and frightening ice storm, there is also beauty: friends reaching out to friends. There is something about storms of life that strip us to our core, literally to our heart. And what a joy to discover that there, in the mist of the storm, people are good and beautiful, that our primal instinct is to connect our lives, to reach out in love and service.

Religion through snowpocalypse and snowmageddon? What if Muhammad had been born in a snowy clime?

Today we allow ourselves to imagine other climes, other realities, other symbols, other possibilities to see God’s mercy not merely as the sunshine that shines on all but also as the snow that covers all. What would it be like for us to imagine other spiritual “climes” without the tribalism, sexism, and classism that marked the original context of so much of early Biblical and Arab societies?