He sends his command to the earth;
his word runs swiftly.
He spreads the snow like wool
and scatters the frost like ashes.
He hurls down his hail like pebbles.
Who can withstand his icy blast?
He sends his word and melts them;
he stirs up his breezes, and the waters flow.
He has revealed his word to Jacob,
his laws and decrees to Israel.
He has done this for no other nation;
they do not know his laws.
Praise the Lord.
- Psalm 147:15-20
Does the rain have a father?
Who fathers the drops of dew?
From whose womb comes the ice?
Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens
when the waters become hard as stone,
when the surface of the deep is frozen?
“Can you bind the chains of the Pleiades?
Can you loosen Orion’s belt?
Can you bring forth the constellations in their seasons[c]
or lead out the Bear with its cubs?
Do you know the laws of the heavens?
Can you set up God’s dominion over the earth?
- Job 38:28-33
The psalm talks of the wonders of God. The quote from Job is God’s rebuke of Job, asking Job who was in charge, essentially. I could have remained with the water analogy, but I included the oft quoted verses that followed. I have heard the argument that we should not worship our horoscope simply because we should worship the God that put those stars in that particular spot instead.
Two bits of poetry, both mentioning frost. Both identifying God as the maker of frost. I wrote a long time back about how I missed spangle, in galvanized cans and in frost. In galvanizing, they add aluminum to the zinc, leaving a dull gray finish on the galvanized surface – no spangle, no character. As for frost, I think that the beautiful patterns start to interconnect to the point where it becomes an almost homogeneous surface of fuzzy ice on the windshield.
And so it was on the windshield one recent morning. My wife wanted to do some shopping, but she asked me, if I would be a dear, or is that deer? She asked if I would brave the cold to warm up the car so that she didn’t have to scrape the windows or sit in an icy car until it started to warm.
She could have said, “Look at the frost on the windows!” Assuming that I would fix it, but, instead, I would have replied by taking a picture of the frost and returning to my computer. But, no, in this case, I warmed up the car, taking a picture of the side windows before the frost began to melt. The windshield was an odd mix. It was mostly a homogeneous fuzzy ice surface, but near the wipers, there was an odd combination of snow and sleet. We must have had a strange weather pattern the night before.
I used the picture of the passenger side window, because there is a mixture of two patterns. It seems that the window wasn’t completely clean. The smudged surface froze, surrounded by God’s creation of frost patterns. These patterns resemble snowflakes, but sometimes the frost can make other patterns, geometric fractals at times.
Look closely at the frost spangle on the window the next time you get ready to scrape it off. Look closely. Did God have to create such intricate detail? No. He does that so that we can see His whimsical nature, and for us to know that He is always near.
You see, God has a frost spangled manner.
Soli Deo Gloria. Only to God be the Glory.