Author: Tim Challies

There is no need to be concerned about snow in September” we were told as we began to pack and prepare for a trip to Austria. The travel sites said it wouldn’t come until later in the year, except perhaps on the highest peaks. Yet even as we drove from the Slovenian foothills into the Austrian Alps, rain turned to flurries and flurries turned to snow. Signs warned we ought to stick to the valleys and avoid the high passes. By the time we reached our destination, inches had fallen, blanketing the world in dazzling white. The next morning I put on several layers of warm-weather clothing and went for a walk by myself. The world was pristine, the ground untouched by footsteps or tracks. The peaks that tower over the town were obscured by the clouds and by the flakes that continued to fall down and pile up. Every tree was coated in snow, almost as if God had told them to don their winter attire. Trees are beautiful in their own right, of course, but there is something about that snow that makes them more beautiful still. I found a marker for a trail and followed it, trudging through deep woods made up of towering conifers. And then as the trail curved, the woods turned deciduous and I saw something that made me pause and consider: The trees had grown so heavy that they had bent under the weight of the snow, their bows now frozen to the ground. The branches that were…See AlsoA La Carte (November 29)Not Just the Bad ThingsHow To Survive A Canadian Winter

The day will come when every man will stand before the Lord and be asked to give an account of his life. God makes clear the basis of this coming judgment: he “will render to each one according to his works.”See AlsoAn Extraordinary Skill for Ordinary ChristiansThe LedgerSpeak, O Lord