Just when I start to think I’m “over” winter, I’ll find myself out of the house at night. It’s quiet and I can hear myself breathe. And dark, only not. Creation is illuminated by the blanket of snow, and I find myself with this childlike awe at God’s creativity. And for just a moment, I soak in the peace of a winter night. You don’t need an hour-long church service to have an experience of worship. Sometimes a moment is all it takes. And in a Minnesota winter, a moment is all you have before you start to realize you can no longer feel your extremities.