Okay not even the low number of hours till I’m hugging my Meghan can begin this post. The feature here is, get this, minus 6° (6 below zero) air temp with a WIND CHILL of minus 28 degrees. That’s a wind chill factor of 28 DEGREES BELOW ZERO right now, as I’m writing. Didn’t I use the words brutal cold yesterday? We are there and it is indeed brutal. It even looks harsh out there and winter officially began just hours ago.
Am I heading out to church? No, and I’m reasonably certain the Lord understands. I will visit one of my favorite preachers online, Pastor Greg Laurie at Harvest Christian Fellowship in Riverside California, and listen live because they stream the video during each of their services. I can watch/listen three times today. In between their services I can pop over (virtually) to Appleton Alliance Church, a wonderful place, but difficult to travel there from here especially with blowing, drifting snow. Pastor Dennis there was a powerful pray-er for me prior to my second brain surgery and is a gifted preacher. I download and listen to his sermons regularly.
My own father, the most gifted preacher I’ve ever heard, and I’ve heard many, doesn’t yet have his sermons on their Web site. I chuckled when I first moved out here and ran into some of his former parishioners. The wife was telling me how they were out for a Sunday drive, flipping through radio stations and they heard “The Voice” and knew immediately who it was. At 83, he’s still got it. Having grown up with the best, I do admit to having fairly high standards for preachers. While I certainly know that it’s supposed to be the message, not the messenger; the messenger makes a difference. And my father is a very powerful messenger. Maybe he’ll get his sermons on the Web and you, too, can hear him preach. Are you reading this, Dad? 🙂
So that’s my Sunday – I have my last transcription job of 2008 due tomorrow morning in addition to hauling out the snow-blower AGAIN and bundling up against the wind AGAIN, then more cleaning, laundry, packing, the usual pre-holiday (as in vacation) routine previously referred to . Don’t think I’ll get to “wiping up the floor” at all and to use one of my father’s famous lines once again – There you have it.
In 50 hours I’ll be at the airport in Green Bay, waiting to take off for Columbia, South Carolina, where my Meghan will be waiting to pick me up. I will surely be dancing through the cleaning and packing today, amen 🙂