a year of morning thanks
Okay, I know that the Apostle Paul did not have northwest Iowa in mind when he wrote what now appears in Romans 5. Nor did he have the American Midwest, nor any of the cold spots where people have been shivvering for the last three or four months. I don't care. Somehow Romans 5 makes sense this morning: ". . .we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint. . .
When the temps get into the 40s, we're seventy degrees warmer than we have been and rivulets of water ooze out from the dirty snowbanks just off the street. This morning, the sky is azure, the sun a indefinable blaze, the air full of hope.
We're nowhere near spring, but it's hard not to rejoice because everyone knows that even though we're going to clobbered a time or two or three, the worst is behind us. Hope does not disappoint.