The furnace wasn't working at Appin for church this morning. It reminded me of the time at Ravenswood when the furnace was on the fritz on a particularly frigid morning.
We elected to move downstairs and have worship in the church basement which was a marginally cozier locale. That reminded me of winters at Arkona when we moved to worship to the basement trying to reduce heating costs.
It would have been a good time for a hellfire and brimstone barnburner. And that would have reminded me of my teenage super-fundamentalism.