Baby, It's Cold Outside
Dr. Ray PritchardDr. Ray Pritchard is the president of Keep Believing Ministries, in Internet-based ministry serving Christians in 225 countries. He is the author of 29 books, including Stealth Attack, Fire and Rain, Credo, The ABCs of Christmas, The Healing Power of Forgiveness, An Anchor for the Soul and Why Did This Happen to Me? Ray and Marlene, his wife of 39 years, have three sons-Josh, Mark and Nick, two daughters-in-law--Leah and Vanessa, and four grandchildren grandsons: Knox, Eli, Penny and Violet. His hobbies include biking, surfing the Internet, and anything related to the Civil War.
- 2006 Dec 01
At the moment we are sitting in the Tupelo airport, getting ready to fly to Atlanta and then to Albany, NY. We're on our way to a conference at Word of Life in Schroon Lake, high in the Adirondack Mountains. We'll be there today through Wednesday, then it's on to Chicago for some KBM home meetings. What grabs the mind this morning is how cold it is. Yesterday the temperature in Tupelo was over 70, so warm that we turned on the air conditioner in the cabin. Right now it's 33. This is likely to be the warmest weather we'll see for the next ten days. Outside the wind is blowing at 17 miles per hour, giving us a wind chill of 22 degrees. When I talked to Mike Calhoun at Word of Life, he promised me that we would have plenty cold, sloppy, wintry weather this weekend. From looking at the weather radar, I think his promise will come true. And it's snowing in Chicago, with more on the way and then even more after that.
So it's cold this morning and it's about to get colder. As we were driving to the airport, in fact just as we passed through the gate at the edge of the property, Marlene said, "Do you want to go back and get your coat?" I brought four sweaters, two long-sleeve t-shirts, and no coat or cap or gloves. As I always do, I told her I didn't need my coat. By the time we got to the airport, I realized that was a bad idea. Actually it's dumb to travel in cold, snowy weather without a jacket or a coat. For all the years we lived in Chicago, I hardly ever wore an overcoat. But I was younger then.
As usual, Marlene was right. I should have brought my coat with me because baby, it's cold outside.
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