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Written by R.W.Cothern   

NMBM -- December 10, 1961

When gray clouds hang heavy with a stiffing stillness and the winter-locked world seems waiting for some reprieve from despair, then falls the snow--that soft silent blessing that converts the drab and colorless landscape into gleaming, fantastic marble mirages of sculptured beauty!

And THIS is my birthday Nov. 14th. I woke up this morning and threw back my electric blanket and looked out the window and was so surprised, that I wondered if I was really in the warm delightful "Land Of Enchantment" or was I still dreaming. While peeking out at the willow and pecan trees, bowed so low with their burden of snow and ice, I wondered if it looked like this at Slate Springs, Mississippi seventy-two years ago when I first saw the light of day. I forgot to ask Mother about that, but anyway, I hear the little old town is still there. Elder ]. M. Bullard told me it was, and I think he used to preach there. He asked me "is THAT the best place you could find to be born?"

But whether Slate Springs, or Las Cruces, or anywhere else, a silent falling snow-storm veils the smut and stone of cities, hides the scars of rut and corrosion, with its mantle of pure white. You somehow get the feeling that snow is a sort of clean purity from out of this world. And strangely enough, if you chance to examine the first great flakes that cling to your coat sleeve, or hang in your windowsill, you will see the most delicate and fleeting perfection that Nature creates-- a water vapor crystallized into geometrical shape, and though it had hundreds of different patterns, every one of them is built upon the principle of a hexagonal star, and can be divided by three. Thus the principle of "Trinity" can be traced froze one end of creation to the other. Triune God--man, made in His image, which is "body, soul, and spirit. Trinity in the breakdown of the atom the proton, the electron, and the nucleus—it all seems to point a finger of supreme intelligence to a "all wise Creator.” The old world of ours does "make sense." When I take a more careful look at "Faith, Hope, and Charity", which is more of this Trinity, I feel deeply impressed with it, and, it covers my soul like a robe of comfort, even as the snow covers the landscape, hiding the blemishes; and I look out my little "window" into a world of pure white beauty. The beauty of Trinity—the beauty of Faith, Hope, and Charity—all wrapped in a warm blanket of brotherly love.

R.W. Cothern

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