Today, it was 61F in Chicago (16C), a little bit of spring in early January. That allowed me to get in a 30-mile bike ride, something I’ve not been able to do since early November. It won’t last. It never does. But I’ll take every day that water on the ground (or falling from the sky) isn’t frozen as baraka, a gift from God.
I wish there was a Lutheran seminary someplace warm. Costa Rica, maybe. I know there is one in Tanzania, where the snow only appears on distant mountains. Yes, I suspect I’d feel differently about unseasonably warm weather if I lived in the tropics again, but as long as I’m stuck in the upper Midwest with its bitterly cold winters, I’m going to pray for less of them and more warm weather.