What did you do when it snowed?

Yes, it snowed in South Carolina. Reports say that we got 12 inches of snow last weekend. The snow brought back memories for me. . . memories of my childhood and memories of the cold. As you can see it was beautiful to look at.  

The snow was so quiet.  No cars travelled down the normally busy McConnells Highway. We heard no dogs barking in the distance. No one was out. I worried that I might hear the loud roar of generators keeping houses running at a minimal level. But no one around us lost power either. It was so quiet. 

You can see Bethesda sitting quietly in the back of this picture. We were unable to meet for worship with a foot's worth of snow making the roads not safe for travel. Yet the church was still the church. 

Together we recorded a virtual service on Saturday morning as the flurries turned into big flakes of dry snow. 

By the time this picture was taken two things had happened. 

1- The dogs went out and ran through the snow like maniacs. Nala and Flynn loving the time outside. Flynn rolling around on his back with his feet in the air. He enjoyed something that he had never seen before (he is only 2 years old). Coco, Jennifer's tiny Shih Tzu would hop through the snow as it is too deep for her to walk around. But she too was having fun covered in snow. Yet everyone loved to play and run. 

2- But more importantly--the Church continued to be the Church. As I sat on the couch reading my book, my iPhone buzzed with the same basis message: "Is everyone at your house okay? Do you need anything?" We were fine. With Jennifer sitting in her chair crocheting and me reading, we were happy (albeit a bit anxious that the power might cut off at any second). Yet the Church continued to be the Church. They continued to love and care for us even though they could not be present with us physically. 

I asked someone last night what would have happened if someone needed them to come out during the storm because the roads were impassable. The reply was simple: I would have found a way to be there. 

When we witness someone Being the Church it is a profound moment of testimony but that action does not have to wait until the snow covers the ground. I wonder is there a step that you could take today, an action, a call, that you could take that might help someone else? It might just remind them of your practice of Being the Church . . .