The Comfortable 73
"So because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of My mouth." Revelation 3:16 As I held her hand, gently in my own, I could feel the cold. Like the ice in my cup of cola, or my feet on the tile floor early in the morning, the sting was almost shocking. And as I felt it there, the chill, I was aware of two things, while my mom's hands were frozen, I wanted to warm them with my own. My life would be perfect, I concluded, if the thermostat always read 73 degrees. I would never feel too hot or too cold. And here in Southern California , I know I feel entitled to that perfect forecast. But then there are exciting days when the car says it's 60 and the rain drops hit my windshield and the wind howls. And there are days when my friends and I are wishing we had worn thermal underwear to the football game, and brought the blanket from the car and ordered coffee on the way because we are freezing cold. The days when that so cold California