All over the country temperatures are colder than normal. It has been particularly frigid in Minnesota with schools being closed and people who are blessed to have shelter staying in and hunkering down. Temperatures have plummeted and the wind chills have been staggering. Mostly, we like to wear this weather like a shield of honor. It seems to be a birthright or at least an adoption right of those of us who call ourselves Minnesotans. I saw this written on the faces of those who have shown up at church the past two Sundays. Proud, red, ruddy faces all show true Minnesotans.
“Whichever way we turn, O God, there is your face in the light of the moon and patterns of stars in scarred mountain rifts and ancient groves in mighty seas and creatures of the deep. Whichever way we turn, O God, there is your face in the light of eyes we love in the salt of tears we have tasted in weathered countenance east and west in the soft skin glow of the child everywhere. Whichever way we turn, O God, there is your face there is your face among us.” ~John Philip Newell