I don’t want to ruin anyone’s love for the winter season, but walk with me on this analogy.
I was in the car with a few friends the other day and one of them, a South African, asked, “Do you like snow?” I quickly replied, for I have been asked this many a time, being from Nebraska. I said, “No. It’s freezing cold and wet. It might look all nice and pretty while it’s falling. Sure, you are cuddled up next to a fire with your hot chocolate and you say, ‘Oh! It’s so pretty!’ But after a day — or even a few hours — it gets yucky and nasty from cars driving on it. It turns brown because of exhaust and the sand that’s put down to prevent people from sliding. It ruins the bottom of your jeans, and it leaves remnants of awfulness in your living room.”
Then I stopped and thought. I turned to my friend and said, “Snow is a lot like sin. Sin looks all nice and lovely when it’s happening, but then after a day — or a few hours — it rears its ugly, nasty, dirty head. You see the horrific remnant it left behind, and say to yourself, ‘This really isn’t that great after all.'”