With the available driving area becoming narrower with each snow on the streets Cheyenne and I travel to her school I have been taking an alternate route home. I used to just turn around and go back in the same direction from which I came – which was just fine when I didn’t have to have to jockey for position with a bus on what has essentially become a one-lane street. So, being the emergency management professional I am and exercising the emergency management principle of flexibility (with a healthy dose of rock~paper~scissors logic – the bus will always triumph in a bus/car standoff) – I now head toward home for a few blocks on 2nd Street.
This little re-routing has been good for my psyche I must say, as I am amused daily as I pass the corner of 2nd Street and 3rd Avenue in West Fargo. You see, on the corner of 2nd Street and 3rd Avenue is a church lot with a trailer parked on it. On the trailer is a large banner that advertises the time of a Sunday service called “Faith Outdoors.” Every single time I drive by that church I smile and think some thought that amuses me.
Today I amused myself by considering the amount of faith one would have to possess to attend a service outdoors in the present conditions. Such a person would be no ordinary parishioner. The parishioner who attends outdoor services in these conditions would have to be a person of extraordinary faith – a person who could endure incredible trials in their physical existence because they know that God will care for their eternal soul and this earthly visit is but a blip on the radar of their existence.
I hope God doesn’t expect that level of vigor from all of us. I hope God gives me credit for just living in North Dakota because I believe the state is such a great place to raise kids, because I am not willing to stand outside in sub-zero weather to worship anyone or anything…sorry God – I am still in my humanly limits mindset.
I was also wondering today if God gives brownie points to those who would actually show up at a January Faith Outdoors service in North Dakota and if so, how many? Could you break a commandment? I mean really…how big a heavenly bump do you get for that level of dedication?
In reality I am guessing the Faith Outdoors services are only held in the pleasant North Dakota seasons – Spring, Summer and Fall (all six months of them). Some day I will just have to stop at the church and ask, but for now it is much more enjoyable to entertain my own demented little musings on a daily basis – a week day daily basis that is. Should you see me there on a Sunday during the winter you’ll know that I have broken a commandment or two.
Day five hundred and sixty-two of the new forty – obla di obla da