I don't know about where you are, but as I write this, it's cold outside (well...not really that cold when you consider it is only in the 30s [above] here near the beach, but that's cold for around here, trust me...).
In what may seem like a non sequitur, I was born with club feet, and so I have bad ankles. It only took 15 minutes of a 3 hour "fun" high school skating rink visit to understand that I was never going to be able to skate. I got kidded a lot about that while I lived in Canada. On the other hand, I missed out on the 3 am men's hockey league ice time because every rink went 24/7 during the winter. But there was nothing I could do about my problem.
But in my Canadian driving I learned how to compensate when encountering bad ice. And there isn't anybody who hasn't encountered that problem, metaphorically speaking. The good news is, though, that we can overcome bad ice.
Today, during the 'tis the season madness, I encourage you to ask yourself not just how to get through, around, or over the bad ice, but more importantly, whether or not you ARE somebody's bad ice. Even though this season can be all about us as church musicians and worship leaders, remember that solving your problem can be a patch of bad ice for everyone around you. Skate carefully...
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