How hot is your spiritual passion when it’s 40 degrees below zero outside?
Because I grew up in Georgia’s sweltering humidity and I now live in
Florida’s year-round sunshine, I am not fond of cold weather. I’d rather go
barefoot in the sand than trudge through snow in heavy boots. To me, it’s
“cold” when I have to wear anything heavier than a T-shirt and shorts, or if I
have to cover the Sago palm in my front yard with a plastic sheet on a chilly
Florida evening.
But because I told God a long time ago I would go wherever He sends me,
I ended up in the Canadian city of Saskatoon two weeks ago. It was
minus 40 degrees F on my first night there. Snow was piled everywhere, and the Saskatchewan River was frozen solid, yet my hosts told me
this was a “mild” winter. Locals, who start their cars 10 minutes before going
anywhere to warm their engines, joke that there are four seasons in Saskatchewan:
“Almost winter,” “winter,” “still winter” and “road construction.”