It’s cold.

If you put your computer close enough to your ear, you can probably hear the chattering of my teeth. It may sound like the clicking of my keyboard, but its really my teeth – I promise.

Because of the cold, I’ve been spending most of my time rearranging church activities so that we don’t have people coming out in these extreme temperatures (as I write it is currently 2°, with the windchill somewhere near -25°).

Instead of my usual ponderings here on the blog, I’ll drop off some deep thoughts on winter for your warmth and enjoyment.

It is said that in some countries trees will grow, but will bear no fruit, because there is no winter there. The Lord bless all seasons to his people, and help them rightly to behave themselves, under all the times that go over them.

JOHN BUNYAN

Not only does true grace grow best in winter, but winter is the best season for planting grace.… It is not a speculation, it is a personal experience that hundreds here can testify to, that the Bible, the Sabbath, the Supper, all became so many means of grace to them after some great affliction greatly sanctified.

SAMUEL RUTHERFORD

“Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”

― C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe