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I contemplate holy snow.

We have come to the Feast of Theophany, when we commemorate Christ’s baptism by John in the Jordan River. On this feast we have the Great Blessing of Water, which often is done outdoors at the ocean or a river or lake. I was interested to see a collection of photos from 2025, of Holy Theophany Church in Colorado Springs, a parish that I happened to visit a few years ago when my son Soldier’s family first moved to that state.

A few hardy members of the congregation trekked up to the crest of the Rocky Mountains, where along the invisible line that is the (hydrological) Continental Divide, or Great Divide, the rivers flow on one side toward the Pacific Ocean, and on the other toward the Atlantic and Arctic Oceans, and to the Gulf of Mexico.

Christ blessed the waters of the entire earth when He was baptized in just one river, and renewed the nature of all of Creation, as one of the hymns below explains. To whatever extent we participate in His continuation of that blessing, whether we symbolically perform the rite on the water in an urn or lake or a single ocean, the blessing is equally cleansing and renewing.

Still, it is a joy to contemplate the blessing of many waters, so to speak — many, many rivers flowing into many oceans, from that snowy point in the mountains. Why not do this, if you can? It may be for the same reason we baptize by immersion, if we can, and not sprinkling.

I’ve seen many pictures of holes cut in the ice for this ceremony, but this is the first time I’ve seen its celebration without any liquid H2O at all. Below I will share a few lines from various portions of Orthodox Theophany services, and a few more photos of my brothers and sisters in Colorado.

Thou didst wrap Thyself in the streams of the Jordan,
Who dost clothe Thyself in light as with a garment;
in the waters, O Word of God, Thou didst renew the nature of Adam
broken by wicked disobedience.
Therefore we praise Thee and glorify Thy holy Epiphany.

Jesus, the Source of life,
came to free from condemnation Adam the first-formed man.
As God He needs no cleansing,
yet for the fallen He is cleansed in the Jordan.
In it He brings an end to hostility
and grants peace beyond all comprehension.

Sent from the Father, O most radiant Word,
Thou hast come to dispel the evil darkness of night
and to uproot the sins of mortals,
and to draw up by Thy baptism, O blessed Lord,
radiant children from the streams of the Jordan.

With piety and vigor let us run
to the pure springs of salvation’s stream
and gaze on the Word born of the all-Pure Virgin,
He gives living water to satisfy our holy thirst,
and gently heals the sickness of the world.


The true Light has shone forth granting enlightenment to all.
Though He is beyond all purity, Christ is baptized with us.
He sanctifies the water, and it becomes a cleansing for our souls.
What is seen is earthly, but what is known is above the heavens.
Through washing comes salvation, and through water comes the Spirit.
By descending into the water we ascend to God.
Thy works are wonderful, O Lord, glory to Thee!

A mind like snow.

This lighthearted (or sardonic – see the comments below) poem by Philip Larkin reminds me of a short conversation I had with a Christian friend about the possibility of my developing dementia in my old age, to the point where I would forget God. She gently rebuked me for not remembering that it is in my spirit, my nous, that I know God most truly, and I would never forget him, no matter what happened to my fragile intellect.

One aspect of the mind that I notice in the poem is its coldness, as it’s likened to snow. By contrast, we might think of those whose hearts are warmed by the love of God. If you have people like that around, radiating into your life, it doesn’t really matter what facts they have forgotten.

THE WINTER PALACE

Most people know more as they get older:
I give all that the cold shoulder.

I spent my second quarter-century
Losing what I had learnt at university.

And refusing to take in what had happened since.
Now I know none of the names in the public prints,

And am starting to give offence by forgetting faces
And swearing I’ve never been in certain places.

It will be worth it, if in the end I manage
To blank out whatever it is that is doing the damage.

Then there will be nothing I know.
My mind will fold into itself, like fields, like snow.

-Philip Larkin

 

December Moon

DECEMBER MOON

Before going to bed
After a fall of snow
I look out on the field
Shining there in the moonlight
So calm, untouched and white
Snow silence fills my head
After I leave the window.

Hours later near dawn
When I look down again
The whole landscape has changed
The perfect surface gone
Criss-crossed and written on
Where the wild creatures ranged
While the moon rose and shone.

Why did my dog not bark?
Why did I hear no sound
There on the snow-locked ground
In the tumultuous dark?

How much can come, how much can go
When the December moon is bright,
What worlds of play we’ll never know
Sleeping away the cold white night
After a fall of snow.

-May Sarton

Pippin photo

Needles + ice = grapes.

What the weather did up at Pippin’s place (far northern California) where they recently had a great dumping of snow. I’ve been shivering in our very cold rain and hail, and we have snow on the low hills visible from here, but I have no exotic pictures of my own to display. Scout knew I would like this one and asked his mother to send it to me. ❤