It’s cold, Lord,
colder than usual for our area.
In other parts of the country
it is way below zero.
The cold kills off insects and germs,
yet more people get sick.
There’s a saying that
everybody talks about the weather,
but nobody does anything about it.
Lord, you pointed out that certain signs
predicted weather patterns,
and that the Pharisees
missed the signs of their times.
Lord, help us to read
the signs of our times.
He gives snow like wool: he scatters frost like ashes.
He answered them, “When it is evening, you say, ‘It will be fair weather, for the sky is red.’ And in the morning, ‘It will be stormy today, for the sky is red and threatening.’ You know how to interpret the appearance of the sky, but you cannot interpret the signs of the times.”