Paris in the Snow

A Facebook friend posted a picture of where she was spending the past two weeks. She was apparently in Paris...in the snow. I drew the picture of Paris in the snow with a deep sigh. I have always wanted to go to Paris. Perhaps not in the snow, but it certainly looked beautiful in the snow. At least as an artist, I can draw Paris in the snow, and it will probably have to do. That is why I have always loved art and always loved reading. Both take me on adventures that are otherwise too costly; both open worlds I could otherwise not enter.

Paris! How lucky my Facebook friend is! It is just a city, but a city so filled with art, and history, and mystique, and beauty. I long to see it, at the same time that I know my longing for things of this world will never satisfy. After Paris, I would long for Rome...

In our sermon at church yesterday, the pastor quoted John Wesley. I don't remember the exact quote, but I remember the sentiment- a true, devoted, regular reading of the Bible will soon lead you to understand that nothing written is of greater comfort or value, and everything else pales in comparison.

Even Paris in the snow.

Hebrews 11:10 (NIV)
For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God.




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