Whiter than Snow

Here is a very descriptive, very intimate post, written by my guest blogger, Rebekah Young. Rebekah is a 17-year old student with lots of insight and passion. Please read and let the message soak into your heart.

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As I stand here, the snow falls silently around me. The quiet is so loud it’s almost deafening. But louder still are the thoughts that go through my head. How I am full of sin. How dark and dirty. Vile and lustful, full to the brim of sinful thoughts, actions, desires. As the tears spill across my cheeks, they mix with the snowflakes that have melted there. Slowly the cold creeps up my toes, through my legs, across my hands, and up my arms, down my scalp to my nose. The filth within is overwhelming, like the cold. The thoughts rain down like the snow, but colder as they land. As despair they freeze across my heart, colder than ice. My eyes flutter open. There standing before me, a lamb, so white I can hardly see it through
the snow.

Then my eye falls on red. The deepest red I have ever seen. All around the lamb is a pool of blood. I cry out as it falls to the ground. The first sound I’ve made this whole time. Then, I feel the cold in my hand. I turn and there the ice of despair has formed a knife, which is now dripping with the lamb’s blood. I scream, and suddenly it shatters, the shards falling on the lamb. I kneel, shaking with horror. I killed this beautiful creature. All my sin and filth has run him through. I fall, my face landing in the lamb’s blood. I open my eyes and watch the snow fall. The lamb’s blood covering my shaking form.

Then I see it. White. Pure white. As I slowly look down at myself, I am fully covered in snow. Not one inch of me can be seen. All the filth covered…gone. The ice left around my heart cracks. My heart begins to beat, slowly, and then faster and faster. It begins to burn. Melting the ice inside, the despair destroyed. The cold is driven from my body, creeping from my chest, down my arms, to the tips of my fingers. Warmth, no, fire runs down my legs, coursing through my entire body. The pain is unbearable, but leaves a finish, unmatched by anything. I close my eyes, not wanting to miss one moment of this. A sudden noise jerks me from my concentration. My eyes fly open. The lamb is standing before me. My eyes fill, and spill over.

Slowly I reach out, and touch the scar where my knife has pierced his flesh. It is there. I lift my eyes to look into the lamb’s own eyes, expecting anger, hatred, murder. I am caught unawares… His eyes, are full of Love, Compassion, Mercy, and above all, Forgiveness. I fall upon his neck weeping. He speaks, his voice Kind, Loving, Strong, Powerful, Amazing, saying “You are Forgiven my child. Dry your eyes. Run to me. Learn from me. I will give you peace.” Then he leans down, and kisses my forehead. Suddenly, I am filled with a Joy so powerful, it shines through my eyes. The lamb speaks, “I have taken all of your sin. You are no longer filth, but Whiter than even the snow.”