When I was in high school and we had a snow day home from school, it was seldom long before we found our way to the perfect sledding hills several miles south of town. With sleds, saucers, toboggans, and inner tubes, sometimes we would number two dozen … all of us taking turns sliding down, then walking all the way back to the top, just to do it all over again. And again. And again.
Sometimes we would be out there for a couple of hours before we realized we were cold or wet enough to bring our sledding to a close. Then, almost always, my group of friends would make our way to Mosier’s house for a bowl of soup, or at least a mug of hot chocolate, before we each headed home.
Those days were the good ol’ days, I guess. These days, when it snows, I would rather stay inside where it is warm and cozy.
And that is what I did this past Monday when it snowed and the wind blowed all day. I stayed inside where it was warm and dry. Where I matched a medical bill for radiation treatments to the Medicare report of medical claims processed in December. Where I compiled data to be entered into the year-end statistical tables for our churches. Where I savored a bowl of venison stew and homemade bread. And at least one mug of hot chocolate.
Loving God, may we find beauty, joy, and blessing in every season. May we find in you shelter from the storm. Amen.
Grace and peace … --Pastor Pat