Atlanta's Snow Bowl

This picture was about the same one that drivers all over Atlanta and its suburbs encountered with their recent snow storm which crippled the city with--what?  Did you really say 2-3 inches of snow?  The incredible mayhem was unleashed less by the snow and more by those officials from the governor on down who knew it was coming and then chose to ignore it--sending kids to school just before the known storm arrived.  Makeshift shelters were set up in schools, private homes--even grocery stores and--that's right, Home Depot. 

Now I was there when there was a real blizzard with +12 inches of snow, temps in the teens, and winds 30-40 miles an hour.  People knew it was coming, bought every roll of TP and bottle of water and hunkered down.  Nothing like this snow bowl mayhem emerged.  We all went nuts with the kids home for more than week, the power flickered on and off, but we saw the signs and we heeded them. 

Over and over, Jesus asks us to read the signs--know what skies bring what weather and then prepare for it.  But can we read the forecast of our own lives right down to their souls?  Do we recognize when life unfolds in a journey for us--and when life seems to drive us into the ground?  If there was one distinguishing mark about Jesus, first and foremost, he knew that he was on a journey for the Father--and that made him the Son, giving his life for the Father.  What makes us Christians is reading the signs of the world falling on us (aka Chicken Little) and knowing where the Pole Star, true north is to be found on our journey.  There are those times when we read the signs of our times and know when to seek shelter and when to climb the highest mountain.