by Macy Johnson
“Come now, let us reason together,”
says the Lord.
“Though your sins are like scarlet
they shall be as white as snow.”
(Isaiah 1:18 NIV)
I woke up early
one Friday morning to a freezing chill and dreary skies. A wintry-mix had been
predicted for many days, but I skeptically scoffed at the weatherman’s report.
Several singers warned others of the pending “storm” during my church’s choir
practice the night before. I was scheduled to volunteer at the hospital that
morning, but non-essential personnel were urged via email to stay home. Maybe
someone knew something I did not?