He sends out his command to the earth; his word runs swiftly. (Psalm 1[47:15])
Tonight it will be 40 degrees warmer in our kitchen freezer than it is outside here in Minneapolis. The high temperature tomorrow will be five degrees below zero (Fahrenheit). We receive this from the Lord’s hand.
He sends out his command to the earth;
his word runs swiftly.
He gives snow like wool;
he scatters hoarfrost like ashes.
He hurls down his crystals of ice like crumbs;
who can stand before his cold?
He sends out his word, and melts them;
he makes his wind blow and the waters flow.
This is the kind of cold you do not play with. It kills.
When I came to Minnesota from South Carolina, I dressed for it. But I did not prepare life-saving support in my car in case of a break down.
One Sunday night on the way home from church, in this kind of cold, my car died. This was before cell phones. I had two small children in the car.
Written by John Piper
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