This morning I've been working on writing the Christmas Eve sermon for Homiletics, which is always a little surreal to think about in June. Surreal, that is, until I look out the window this morning and see that it's SNOWING here in Park City. While the rest of the country is beating the heat, we're dreaming of a white Flag Day (or, more accurately, having nightmares). One of my parishioners tells me he is still skiing in the high country on the weekends and Snowbird might be open for skiing until the Fourth of July.
A little localized warming would be a good thing!
