After a lovely longest night service, I headed home ready to do two services on Sunday morning.
Life intervened--as it does.
A massive ice storm shut off power to 250,000 people in Toronto and many more in Ontario.
With a tree branch down at one end of my block and a wire down at the other, I was trapped. Sensibly, I consulted with others and got the communication links happening to cancel church. Safety first for those who might try to get out.
Seventeen hardy folk made it to church and led a service--great spiritual leaders in this community.
Then life intervened--as it does.
Just as I hung up the phone from consulting with others, I was hit with stomach flu or a bug or something. Over the next 12 hours I was completely cleared out from both ends. I didn't really notice the power off. I didn't really notice I had no heat because I was huddled under my blankets waiting for the next onslaught.
Again, life intervened--as it does.
Late Sunday evening my system settled down.
Early Monday morning the power went on.
By noon I was warmly wrapped in a blanket in my chair with two little dogs curled up on my lap, sipping hot water and keeping it down.
A few grains of white rice tasted like dark chocolate with stem ginger.
I was thawing. I was gnawing.
I was resurrected.
