It's 30 below.

Alright. We finished looking over the last chapters of Just's "Heaven on Earth", which moved me to sit by the window and sing a hymn.

Most likely the text is copyrighted because it is newer song, so I won't tell you.  Under the left side it has a beautiful psalm verse, 85: 11 and 12  (...that goodness and faithfulness meet each other, and justice and peace kiss each other, that righteousness grow upon the earth and justice look down from heaven.)  On the other side on the bottom, we have a saying by Martin Buber:  "Wir koennen nur mit Gott reden, wenn wir unsere Arme um die Wet legen." -- "We can only speak with God, when we put our arms around the world."  The sayings complement the song which is a prayer for freedom, peace and joy, even in the little things and every day.  "Gib' uns Frieden jeden Tag."


But now we are headed out of doors.

"Fasten everything!"  say the ladies in my town choir.  No loose jackets, gloves or boots.  Every button closed and every snap attached.  You walk 15 seconds without your gloves, your hands are frozen, so it seems or is.  One isn't too sure how frozen is frozen when something is frozen.