Thursday morning, and my Zion pumpkin stands proudly in the snow. In October, when I met Pastor Hunter in the church office and practiced on the organ for an audition, I walked into a pumpkin church. "Here," Hunter said. "Take one."
I did and insisted on paying for it.
The thermometer says 19 degrees outside. I know this vegetable can't survive long in the freezing weather. But there it sits, on my front porch, beside one of the posts, shivering with a few of the flowers soaking in the sun.
It's a good reminder of Zion, the strength I find there, the laughing at the onslaughts of bothersome weather, the living in the light and radiating it back, making the world a prettier place.
I'm looking forward to worship this Sunday.
