God's Frozen Chosen

Yes, it's -43C (that's -48F for the Americans) here on the Prairies. The highways are almost in a white-out condition due to the blowing snow. The wind feels like it's on a personal vendetta to turn any exposed skin to ice (which would take less than two minutes today).

I drove all the way to Providence Seminary today in these conditions (takes an hour normally, and I even left a bit early today, just in case) only to get here and be told that classes have been cancelled for the day because of the extreme cold and wind.

So, I'm getting lots of homework done in the library and catching up on my blogging ways.

An aside: why do most people think that the place of eternal damnation referred to as "Hell" will be hot? Ask any Manitoban how the weather is, and they'll likely say "cold as hell". Spending eternity living in today's weather would qualify as being adequately punitive for the wicked, methinks.

The Celtic Rock band I joined recently (I'm wearing one of our t-shirts right now -- they call all shirts, CD's, etc. "swag" -- this is a great band for fans of "Pirates of the Carribean") is playing all week at the Festivale du Voyager in February, and was just recently signed on to be the official Celtic band in the Irish Pavillion during Folklarama in August. If you're anywhere local, feel free to drop by for a pint and some (to quote the t-shirt I'm wearing) "butt-kickin' Celtic Rock".

I'll write some more on postmodern ministry/destructured church stuff in the near future, but right now I've got homework to attend to and fingers to thaw.