After an open December with above average temperatures I went out after breakfast today to shovel snow. Read more…

I still like winter. The beauty of the fresh-fallen snow refreshes the soul. Bundling up to go out to shovel, walk or play still feels like fun.

This morning we awoke to this scene, another big storm stretching from the Atlantic states through Ontario, Quebec and the Maritime provinces. True, such a storm wreaks havoc on the modern industrial/commercial world, and unnecessary travel presents true danger that should certainly be avoided.

Our home, however, shelters us from the storm. We see it, hear it, watch it, but the walls and roof and furnace defeat the ill-effects of the storm.

I sense a parable in this storm. Read more…

I work outside on night shifts, usually. Last night it snowed heavily, enough to cover all footprints. When I did my midnight patrol the urban lights on the fresh snow lit up my little corner of the world so brightly that I didn’t have to turn my flashlight on at all.

It made me think of two things that motivate me to mission. Read more…

Today autumn turned to winter. The scientists said so. This year, the weather agreed.

A winter storm blows across a large area of southern Canada and into the USA. For me, it felt good to have snow on the ground, even if we didn’t get hit hard by this storm system.

Fresh snow, when it covers the ground, creates an almost magical effect. It sparkles. Before human contact the clean surface builds a treasure for the eye. Read more…