O ONE QUESTIONS my mother’s direct prayer
line to God. People from all over call her on a regular basis to
ask for assistance with divine intervention. And, her results are
pretty good. Her “talent” seems to work on just about
everything except her own problem children and her lottery tickets.
So, it came as no surprise when, during a visit to South Texas one
year, she announced that it just didn’t “seem like Christmas
without snow.” She got to work right away to remedy the situation.
But, try as she might, God just wasn’t listening
or, he was
too busy with other things like death, disease and famine.
most people who live here in our mild climate do so for a special
reason. They just don’t like snow. It is okay to visit snow if you
enjoy skiing, but after a couple of days of freezing your toes off,
you can always come home and get warm again. Golfers just love San
Antonio’s year-round climate, as do most people who have had to
put up with antifreeze, snow shovels, boots and tire chains most
of their lives. You know who they are; they’re the ones who can
and I had to walk ten miles to school in a blizzard,
up hill both ways,” with a straight face.
Well, one morning just before the Christmas when my parents were
visiting, San Antonio was hit with an unprecedented one-inch dusting
of snow. The city virtually came to a standstill. Schools were closed
and city services were cancelled all because of Mother’s snowstorm.
It didn’t matter. Mother was absolved of any doubts about her interventions.
When she and Daddy flew back to Philadelphia the following week,
the climate had returned to its mild and gentle self
of the golfers were happy again.
But, two weeks later, God must have picked up his messages because
the sky opened up and dumped 18 inches of that white stuff all over
San Antonioa record storm. The Alamo didn’t know what hit
Everyone who owned a camera was out snapping photos of the snow.
Kids all over town tried their hand at building snowmen and zapping
their friends with snowballs. Local department stores had a rash
of calls from people who had ruined their credit cards clearing
windshields, and some silly snow-struck people even stuffed their
feet in plastic bags just to walk in the frosty deluge.
Mother read the news report back in Philadelphia and just beamed.
It was a little late, but it didn’t matter. Her Christmas prayer
had been answered.
Since then, we have all warned her to be very careful about what
she prays for. With power like hers, there is just no telling when
she will have hell freezing over.
CHRISTUS Transplant Institute
San Antonio, Texas