Guys. It is bitter cold. I mean, I’m the kind of girl who gets cold when it is 70 and a little breezy, but still. Yes, I have lived my whole life in Ohio, and no, I am not, and will never be, used to the cold. Today, for example, it is below zero. Not to be politically incorrect over here but BRING ON THE GLOBAL WARMING(its a joke tree huggers, just a joke.)
Anyway, first day back to work after a week off for the holidays = basically the Mondayest Tuesday that has ever occured. I wasn’t even at the office for one hour when the emergency lights started flashing and we were all herded outside. With no explanation whatsoever as to the reason for this injustice, we were soon let back in. Fake crisis, averted. On the other hand, the real crisis, my frozen face, was not averted. It was grumpy. As I sat back down to my computer and started trying to move my frozen fingers over the keys, I began thinking about how I have a job. I have a rather warm, indoorsy job. I have a car, with a heater that works, and a house, with heat that kind of sort of works, sometimes(old houses for the win.) Point is, I had a little mental sit down with myself, and told myself to get a grip, suck it up, and be grateful. For the record, despite this stern talking to, I will continue to complain about the cold. But, you should know that I am grateful, way, way down deep inside.
On to the saint of the day! Today is St. Basil the Great’s feast day. You know, when somebody starts walking around calling you “the Great,” you’re doing something right. One of my favorite quotes from this incredible man, who by the way, is a Doctor of the Church, goes like this, “Words are truly the image of the Soul.” Maybe it’s my almost English major, turned barely an English minor heart, but I find so much truth in this statement. What we say is a direct reflection of what can be found in our heart and soul. Judging by my earlier comments, apparently my soul hates the cold too ;) At any rate, St. Basil, known for his oration skills, was a great force for truth in the Catholic Church against Arianism. He truly had to have felt the despair of standing alone against the forces of evil. As happens often throughout history, he wasn’t truly appreciated until after his death. So hey, maybe there is still time for people to tack “great” onto the end of my name. I won’t hold my breath. The Council of Chalcedon(google this one, there is lots of info to be found) was held about 72 years after St. Basil’s death. Throughout the proceedings, Basil was there described as, “the great Basil, minister of grace who has expounded the truth to the whole earth.” Expounded truth to the whole earth?! Talk about something to have carved on your headstone. Right now mine would say something like, “Tried adulting. Clearly didn’t work out.”
So how do I change that? I’m challenging myself today, and I’m challenging you, to speak truth to someone. It doesn’t have to be big, or profound, but just something in which we can find truth. As Philippians 4:8 reminds us, “whatever is true...if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.” There is so much about our culture that is not worth the time and attention we give to it. We search for happiness and truth in so much mess. Lets focus on the Truth today. Maybe we’ll never be a St. Basil, and expound truth to the whole earth. But maybe, if we just start with our own little worlds, we can start a ripple. That is, if the dang pond isn’t frozen.