So, last week I was in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, teaching a four-day training course. It just so happened that they had an ice storm come through while I was there. They had about 4-6 inches of solid ice on the ground, followed by another 3-6 inches of snow, all in temperatures below 20 degrees and bone-chilling winds. During the day we got brief drizzles, the sun would come out a little bit, cars would crush snow and ice into slushy puddles, and during the night the whole thing would freeze over again.

Here are three videos of my icecapades:

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A long, long time ago, God began telling stories. And as God told them they came alive - magical, mythical, mysterious beings, weaving and woven through time and space and the elements. And as God told them so did the Spirit live among them and through them, breathing life and mystery into all they touched.

And these stories live among us today, their language being at once mysterious and also intimately familiar, for the words they use are the words of our lives, and the images they bring alive are our own histories. As we hear them, so they form us, and as we live them so we form them in turn.

And as we tell them, so too do we create them anew and afresh, with the power to go out into the world and breathe life and mystery into those with whom we share life.