
By Chaplain Mike
It is late February here in the Midwest, a time that will drive you crazy. In the same week, we might have snow, ice, rain, and a 65-degree sunny day. My wife noticed that the daffodils were coming up yesterday. Today, I went outside and hosed off the deck and back walk from the residue of salt and kitty litter we’d put down to avoid falling on the inch-thick ice we had recently.
We’re missing the big snow storm that’s moving across the upper Midwest today, dropping more than a foot of snow in northern Illinois and Wisconsin, but such storms are not unheard of where we live. After all, high school basketball sectionals are not far off, and we have an oral tradition of getting snow during those games.
Oh, by the way, I had this post all ready to go and then I watched the late news. Overnight, the temperature is supposed to rise and get up to about 60 degrees by morning, then fall throughout the day, with rain turning to ice and snow by evening.
Stay tuned for what’s next. You never know.
Late winter has a way of messing with your head. It can be cabin fever or shorts and flip-flops. Mostly it’s that unsatisfactory in-between, not warm enough to get out on the baseball field, and everything either slushy or brown and matted down under bare trees showing no buds yet.
The spiritual life is often like that. Occasionally we can read the “signs of the times,” and figure out how to dress for the day. We go through an intense trial of illness, conflict, doubt, or trouble, and it signals that we’d better button up against the cold, icy winds. We find ourselves in a time of happiness and abundance. Perhaps we are celebrating one of life’s major occasions or turning points, rejoicing in some new opportunity, or grateful for some plenteous provision. We don cheerful colors, put ice in our glasses, and raise them high to toast the sun’s warmth and bright blue skies.
However, on any given day we may find ourselves “in-between,” and discover it is hard to distinguish the seasons. Winter coat or spring jacket? Sweater or shirtsleeves? Do I need an umbrella? My ice scraper? Stay tuned for what’s next. You never know.










