And he said: I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.
What is it about snow that brings the child out in us? No matter how disrupted our day has been by the fall of snow, we still find a little part of ourselves relishing the clean, brisk white world that beckons us.
Perhaps this is a peculiarly British trait, certainly in most of the country we get very little of the white stuff, so days when it falls seem particularly special.
That childish spirit, the one that burbles inside us at the sight of snow I wonder if that is what God is alluding to in Matthew 18? The sense of joy, expectation, of something special.
If only I felt everyday about God…