Storm-Shelter
In all the years of calling this arctic place home, I don't think I've ever seen the winds howl and blow like they did this past Sunday. For days, the weather forecasters had been calling for brutal weather - unseasonable weather - to move in and shake up our weekend. Articles on the local news channel's website were warning residents to prepare for power outages, secure loose items that might blow away, and get ready to hunker down. This storm was going to be a doozy. But there was one thing: it was supposed to hit overnight and into the afternoon, potentially impacting all of us churchgoers and regularly-scheduled services. When I checked my phone about 9am that morning, the pastor had sent out a message to everyone that said the roads and conditions weren't too bad and services were still on as usual. But within an hour, he followed up with word that things were starting to deteriorate rapidly. Church was still going to be held on schedule along with the monthly po...
