The drive to church was absolutely magical this morning. An early morning frost had frozen on all the trees and across the stubble in the fields, poking out from under the 14 inches of snow that fell last weekend.
My good friend from seminary days, Tim Price, and his wife Suzanne and their daughter Macy had come to provide music for the morning, but now all of that was in jeopardy due to a malfunctioning church furnace - on a morning when the outside temps were in the negatives.
Tim and Macy did a beautiful job leading worship and people were genuinely appreciative of their gifts.
This evening I drove back out to church, and the landscape was again magical, now bathed in the peculiar slant of light of a winter sunset.
At the end of our meeting, our youth leader, Pam, asked the kids to surround me and pray for my trip to Ghana this week.
It was a beautiful moment.
A beautiful day.