I don't like snow.
Especially on Saturdays and Sundays,
when it makes people reluctant to get out and come to worship.
Snow is cold and uncomfortable to walk around in.
And it makes driving a little nerve-wracking, too.
But, somehow, when I look out the window and see those little bitty flecks of white covering the dead grass, and the bushes and the leafless limbs of the trees, I can't help thinking it is just beautiful.