The Trouble with Miracles
Pure as the Driven Snow "I love rocky mountain sides blanketed in snow. My brother fell off of a mountain once, tumbled 2,000 feet below and landed in a huge pile of snow. If not for the snow, he would have died. The snow later almost killed him and threatened to take his fingers and toes as he lived through a blizzard overnight after the fall, before limping out of the valley to the rescuers who were looking for him on the other side of the mountain. Mountains and snow are all at once beautiful and terrible, same as the lives we live. We pray for grace that we might have the strength to hold both truths at once." That is the original caption I wrote for this painting. There is a lot left unsaid, hence the blog post you're about to read, and it's something I'm still unpacking almost five years later. My brother was some kind of atheist/agnostic at the time, and definitely did not buy into Christian mythology, when he fell off Pike's Peak in Colorado in 2017
