Of course it was dissappointing…I love worshipping.  One of the great gifts I’ve been grateful for is the lively and grace filled worship at Amazing Grace…when the snow came and came and came and we weren’t able to have worship, it was such a downer…YET, yet sometimes snow has a way of interrupting our routine.  When you have an imposed disruption, a forced slowing down- the disruption makes us pause. 

I walked around today soaking in the sites…not that I don’t try to be mindful of things in all of life.  But today I walked up Broadway street.  There were more people out walking than there were cars on the streets.  It was beautiful..bright.  Three feet of snow covered the sidewalks, so most of us walked the streets.  I bathed in the experience…the variety of families, the diversity, black, latino, asian and white.  I observed the variety of  archetecture…classic row houses, decorative cornaces, a boarded up catholic school.  I watched as some teenagers  had a snowball fight on a street that hadn’t been plowed yet.  And I gave thanks.

It isn’t that I wasn’t grateful before the storm.  It isn’t that I didn’t appreciate the variety of row houses or diversity of the human family I see in this city…But somehow the snow gave me the occasion to NOTICE…or at least to take the time to notice and be mindful of these good gifts.

Here’s hoping you too were able to receive the gifts of the Blizzard.  Peace