Well, yesterday we woke up to rain pelting our windows rather than gentle snow covering our lawn. I checked the temperature and found out that it was below freezing outside. The temperature didn’t match up with the preciipation that was hitting our windows so I opened our front door to see if my fears would be confirmed. Outside our door I found a layer of ice beginning to coat the bushes we have in front of our house. Taking a quick glance at our walk and our street I could only think one thing, “Well, no one’s going to come to worship in an ice storm.”
Sometimes I get discouraged that people at Central will take just about any opportunity to schedule a conflict with Sunday worship, and that can leave me feeling a bit cynical. Yesterday however, when there actually was a reason to pack it in and stay in bed, folks came out to worship. One woman even shifted 2 blocks on the ice to get to worship (and she won’t do that again, she’s lucky she’s not in the hospital). I find this encouraging – like there might actually be hope that our commuity can find it’s core identity in Christ together.
