My Coldest Day
The wind had been howling across the empty field beside the apartment building all night. When I awoke I tried to look out the frosted over window but could see nothing in the darkness. I got dressed, had breakfast, and made my lunch. Then I put on my parka, boots, toque, mites, and stepped out into the cold biting wind. The wind-driven snow stung as it struck my cheeks.
Wading through knee high hard crusted snow drifts I reached my car. The night before I had plugged it in and covered it with a car cover hoping it would help to retain some warmth. The snow had drifted over the hood and roof.
I shoveled enough to open the door and climbed in – sitting on the cold, stone hard seat. I tried to start the car.
R … R… R… I waited.
R… R… R… I waited
R… R… R Put, Put Put, rattle, rattle, rattle mmmm – it started!
I got out of the car and started digging it out of the snow. It was hard work and I was working up a sweat. The sweat was freezing on my brow as the blizzard swirled around me.
I climbed back in. There was a hint of warmth coming from the heater. I stepped on the clutch and shifted it into gear. The car fought against me as it inched of the parking spot.
There was just enough heat from the engine to keep a couple of holes in the frosted wind shield big enough to see out. As I ventured onto the street my tires felt like square rocks. The shock absorbers could not absorb the shocks, and there was no give in the rock hard seat as the car slowly rattled down the rutted and drifted street.
By the time I had struggled to the other side of the town of Slave Lake the tires, shocks, and seat had softened just a little. I ventured onto the wind-whipped highway and slowly headed east the short 10km to work.
When I arrived at work I nosed my car into a snow bank and covered it back up to give it some protection. There were no plug-ins in the parking lot so I would need to start it a few times during the day.
I walked into the warm plant. The Oriented Strand Board manufacturing machinery is operating at slow speed. The smoke and cold fog hover in the rafters around the press. Frost clung to the inside building walls, and the crew was working in their parkas.
I climbed the slippery steel stairs to my warmer office and turned on my computer. I checked the weather. It was officially 48 degrees below zero (Celsius). With the blustery storm the wind-chill was easily 65 or more below zero.
My coldest day.
Sometimes the spiritual atmosphere just feels cold. What do we do then? It’s time to bundle up – add some layers of worship, of Word. We might even need to dig out a little to get moving. Apply the same sort of action in the spiritual realm as we do in the physical realm. Get the warm stuff out – run the engine a little longer than normal – clear the windshield!
We are Canadians! A little cold weather doesn’t shut us down.
Do you have the same swagger as a disciple of Jesus?