Because my church is so small, I have a part-time job at the Presbytery office. We have a big meeting scheduled for Saturday, and snow is expected. Lots of snow.
When I worked in the secular world, snow was something that could make you late for work, but seldom caused work to be cancelled. When I was a chaplain, I went into the hospital when several feet of snow was falling.
My Dad was a school superintendent, and it was his job to determine whether there would be school. Now I have that responsibility for the Presbytery. Odd,because I never thought that they were related. He was, of course, concerned with the children’s safety weighed against the inconvenience of parents. I am concerned with the safety of those considerably older. I am concerned about the 11th comandment for the senior set: thou shall not fall down. Snow is peril.
I have, in fact, cancelled church twice, and not because I could not get there. Of course, few would come, if we had a service, but that is not why we did not have worship. I cancelled it because I was afraid that the only people who would try to come would be the ones who should stay home. This seems to be something that we do in small churches that would be unthinkable under tall steeples.
Still, it is odd that people will go to work, but not church, in the snow.
