It's supposed to be 30 to 35 below zero here tonight. My car said it was still a couple of degrees above zero. Who knows where it will be in the morning?
I'm tired of the cold. I thought maybe it was just me, or that it was just because I'm getting old. But I've been hearing it from younger and stronger people than I am. Everyone is tired of the cold.
And it's Lent. The following is not quite a prayer, but somehow it seemed fitting for Lent. I found it in the introduction to an old book by Gail Ramshaw, called Letters for God's name.
It is the night of Passover. A peasant is rushing to finish his work in the fields so he can atttend the holy service. But, alas, the sun drops and it is darkness when no travel is permitted. Next day the rabbi spots him and asks him where he's been. "Oh, Rabbi, it was terrible -- I was stuck in my fields after dark and had to spend the night there." "Well," says the rabbi, "I suppose you at least recited your prayers." "That's the worst of it, Rabbi, I couldn't remember a single prayer." "Then how did you spend the holy evening?" says the rabbi. "I could only recite the alphabet and pray that God would rearrange the letters."
The peace of God,
which surpasses all understanding,
keep our hearts and our minds in Christ Jesus.
Amen
I'm tired of the cold. I thought maybe it was just me, or that it was just because I'm getting old. But I've been hearing it from younger and stronger people than I am. Everyone is tired of the cold.
And it's Lent. The following is not quite a prayer, but somehow it seemed fitting for Lent. I found it in the introduction to an old book by Gail Ramshaw, called Letters for God's name.
It is the night of Passover. A peasant is rushing to finish his work in the fields so he can atttend the holy service. But, alas, the sun drops and it is darkness when no travel is permitted. Next day the rabbi spots him and asks him where he's been. "Oh, Rabbi, it was terrible -- I was stuck in my fields after dark and had to spend the night there." "Well," says the rabbi, "I suppose you at least recited your prayers." "That's the worst of it, Rabbi, I couldn't remember a single prayer." "Then how did you spend the holy evening?" says the rabbi. "I could only recite the alphabet and pray that God would rearrange the letters."
The peace of God,
which surpasses all understanding,
keep our hearts and our minds in Christ Jesus.
Amen
7 comments:
Amen amen amen...
I think we just have short memories about the cold and snow. My DH has kept records for years and says that this is the way it used to be every winter.
I'm not enjoying winter as much as I used to because I have knee arthritis and so I don't do cross country skiing and snowshoeing anymore. Well, I suppose I could try, but it is the getting up after falling that is hard. Too much computer = weak leg muscles as well.
So the short memory means that either you are getting so old that you can't remember the past or you are so young that you can't remember the past. LOL
That is a good one.
Fabulous! Fabulous! Fabulous!!!
The aleph-bet IS Torah, it IS prayer, it IS THE WORD... if you follow my thinking. I LOVE THIS! Made my day.
And haven't we all experienced those times. A wonderful post!
I remember visiting home (Indiana) one year when the temp was that low and the wind chill was like -60... my hometown set the record low for the nation that day. What I don't remember is how it feels... I just know it was cold but can't recall the sensation of the extreme cold. Not like we were out in it all that much as just a few moments in that kind of cold is dangerous.
Stay warm Diane and all who are in frigidly cold areas!
The cold wouldn't be as bad if it weren't for all the snow and ice. Hope you stay warm!
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