I went to the Copps grocery store on Division Street in Stevens Point and purchased a rose, for God, as a promise that I would remain both passionate and pure.There was a tinge of nervousness going through the checkout lane. "Good thing no one will ever know about this."
Five great questions of life: Life * Love * Learning * Labor * Leadership
Roses for Jesus
I was twenty-four on a chilly October night. Twenty-four and alone is a tough combination, but I didn’t want to settle for a ho-hum relationship. I just plain didn't want to settle. I decided on a new way to focus my affections on God.I went to the Copps grocery store on Division Street in Stevens Point and purchased a rose, for God, as a promise that I would remain both passionate and pure.There was a tinge of nervousness going through the checkout lane. "Good thing no one will ever know about this."
On my way home, the first snow of the season began to fall. The snow flakes were huge, that hanging-in-the-air kind, and I sensed that it was a gift from heaven. And with these gifts we exchanged, we created a new covenant. New covenants, as you know, always call for cheesy, homemade poetry.
The Rose
On this night falls a pure, white snow
Heaven’s dreamy gift
Cool, moist tenderness touches my cheek
Soul strings dance
As newness and life are breathed into love’s pledge
As if for the first time
Passion glows: gentle, indomitable within
An intimate, godly affection
Given shape by the gentle descent of the snowflake
And the scarlet fragrance of the rose
Our first big snow was this week. You might have seen news video of the Metrodome roof collapsing in Minneapolis. Same storm. I can't tell you how inconvenient it was to get the rose this year. It's still worth it, though. To me anyway. It's just a little "I love you" and a kiss, but it means much more.
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