Why Cranky Reverend Thinks Cold and Snow are Four Letter Words!

The big rat (my apologies to anyone who loves groundhogs) in Puxnsutawney better be right — there better be an early spring.  Crankeverend (CR) is done with cold weather, snow, darkness, and ice.  Yes, this weather is a blessing for the people who have businesses that rely on the cold, ice and snow.  It is not lost on CR that people rely on this kind of weather to make a living.  Maybe CR should just look to find a church in a different climate.

The main issue that CR has with winter is this: it is not only the cold, and snow, and ice, but the fact that the number of daylight hours are reduced significantly — this just sets up the opportunity for CR to really enter his “Cranky Zone”.  There are only so many episodes of “Fixer Upper” for CR to watch before he just loses his freezing mind.

For more years than Crankeverend cares to acknowledge he has sat outside at football games with snow around his feet, stood at the bus stop with blowing snow landing on his bald head, made snowmen with his kids, and walked the cross through town on freezing cold Good Fridays. Crankeverend has paid his dues…..what is G-d trying to tell CR?

If you are tired of cold, freezing weather give Crankeverend an Amen!

Now some of you will shout at your tiny screens “Quit your complaining and move already”.  Oh ye of little Crankiness.  That is not the Cranky way.  If CR had nothing to grumble about, where would he channel his grump?  For example, when CR woke up Sunday morning, as he was driving to the church, he glanced at the temperature reading in his car and it said it was 9 degrees outside.  Carrying his things from the car to the church CR may have been heard telling Jack Frost what he really thinks about the cold — but nobody would know because his lips were so cold he couldn’t form any words.  It’s warmer in my freezer than it is outside.  The folks in Alaska called asking us to give them their weather back.

I attended a graveside service the other day and there was an honor guard standing by with a bugler because the deceased was a veteran of the Air Force.  When the bugler began to play taps, you could actually see the notes falling out of the end of his bugle, like small snow flakes fluttering to the ground — it was that cold.

So, it is cold, and this Cranky Pastor is tired of it.  The end better be near…….

Crankeverend……..(he’s too cold to finish typing….)