"In the winter time the Rat slept a great deal, retiring early and rising late. During his short day he sometimes scribbled poetry or did other small domestic jobs about the house; and, of course, there were always animals dropping in for a chat, ..."
It was time for this rat to get up!
I threw off my bed-covers, put on my slippers and dressing gown and went to the kitchen. The morning was bright, still and sunny (so common with deep Arctic fronts.) The temperature outside was minus 27 C! Brrr. Inside, the fireplace was cold and dark and the house had a chill. I would not be venturing out with my electric wheelchair to the church at the top of the hill.
My fellow-Christians who dared the cold this December morning would pray at the church that the Lord would hear our collective prayer:
"For the Church, called as Mary was, to give Christ to the world, we pray to the Lord:"
"For the world's children, born and unborn, signs of God's gift of life, we pray to the Lord:"
"For people in our midst who reach out for your love and our hope, we pray to the Lord:"
"For us, God's people gathered here, called to bring the presence of Christ to each other, we pray to the Lord."
I could not be with them in person, but I was in spirit. I regret not being able to receive Communion this morning, but Christ's presence is still with me.