From the Land of the Frozen Chosen
Wish I could say I created that phrase “frozen chosen”. I didn’t.
Years ago, Lou Holtz and I shared center stage at a conference in Minneapolis. Yes, it was in the winter and Lou’s comment about this state of many lakes was more than spot on. The audience loved it. And I never forgot it.
This past month, my home state of California resembled parts of the frozen Great Lakes. A drive into San Juan Capistrano revealed a snow level I have never witnessed in 42 years on the Saddleback Mountains. My sister Susan sent a picture of the San Bernardino Mountains from her vantage point in the Hollywood Hills.
De-light and de-frozen. For Susan, almost 3 days without power, meant wearing multiple layers, cold meals by candlelight, and charging the phone by driving around in her car. But as she wisely noted, “I am not in the Ukraine, Syria, or Turkey.”
It surely makes one sit up, take a deep breath, whisper a prayer of gratitude, and then research how to contribute to the devastated parts of our world. Go to Charity Navigator which rates non-profits in a number of areas. Amazing how some traditional non-profits are not the best recipients of aid.
And now—I’m ready for Spring.