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|Why Did God Give Us Winter? (standard:humor, 909 words)|
|Author: Godspenman||Added: Jan 30 2017||Views/Reads: 140/58||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Living in Florida my idea of winter is anytime the temperature drops below 60°. At that point, I do the shiver-me-timbers dance. You don’t want to know!|
Living in Florida my idea of winter is anytime the temperature drops below 60°. At that point, I do the shiver-me-timbers dance. You don't want to know! I have a rare disease called Coldaphobia. As far as I know, there is no cure for this except escaping to Florida. Even here, cold will manage to sometimes poke its nose into my business. All I can do at the time is sneeze, hoping it will scare the cold away. Experiencing a rather cold afternoon this past week, I queried the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage on this subject. “Why,” I asked rather philosophically, “did God give us winter?” There are times when I do muse philosophically with a far-off look. In this mode, I sometimes think about that philosophical question, “How many angels can dance on the point of a needle?” I've often mused on this question, but the problem is I do not know how big angels are and if they really can dance. I guess it is in the same category as the question, “If a tree fell in the middle of a forest and nobody's around, does it make a sound?” I like to think along those lines because there is no correct answer to any of them. So, my answer is right, which makes me feel good about myself. If there is anything I want to do, it is to feel good about myself. After all, nobody else feels good about me so it might as well be me. With all that in mind, the question that I posed to my wife deserved an answer. “Why did God give us winter?” My wife was busy in the kitchen at the time, but she turned around, put both hands on her hips and said, “So you could go out and buy a new sweater.” Then she went back to her kitchen activity. Of course, it did not really answer my question. Why is God interested in my sweaters? Why can't he allow me to have a climate that eliminates the use of sweaters? I could handle that. Then my wife interrupted my muse session and said, “God gave us winter so that we would appreciate summer when it came.” Then she went back to her kitchen work. As I thought about that, I had to admit that she is right. That happens all the time. God gives us something that is not very comfortable at the time and then when it goes away we appreciate the quiet time. Just like the neighbors when they are playing their music so loud it is thumping in my head, when they turn it off I appreciate the silence. But when all I have is silence, I fail to really value it. Getting back to winter. Of course, from my perspective, I cannot see any real value in winter. Sure, some people like snow. The only snow I like is on postcards. I have had enough of snow in my life that I do not want any more of it. Some people enjoy the snow; sledding, skiing, making snow angels. All of these things I can do without, thank you very much. However, as I was shivering this terrible winter afternoon, I got to thinking about how wonderful summer really is. In the middle of summer, I do not really appreciate it, as I should. Once it has gone, I sure do miss it. As I was shivering, I was thinking about all of the positive things about summer. And boy, are there many positive things about summer. For me, the most positive thing about summer is the fact that I am not dealing with cold. I love the heat and it cannot get too hot for me. As I was thinking along this line, I remembered one summer afternoon Click here to read the rest of this story (33 more lines)
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