As I look out my back window onto my deck buried in snow, I think about how tuff those of us who live up north become. We cover up our bodies with layers of clothes and rush from the homes we live in to the building we work in to our freezing cold automobiles, and back to our barricaded homes. Part of the result is a state of isolation. Now I'm thinking about what I can preach about Sunday that will heat things up. I could talk about romantic love, but valentines day is still a few weeks away. We could act out the Super-bowl in our worship space, but that might be sac-religious. Then I remembered that where ever two or three are gathered in HIS name, He's there. SO... let's come together for worship and see if we can warm things up... maybe we can melt some snow. AND in a few months I'll have you over and we'll sit on the deck in our t-shirts and have a brat-wurst.