After having complained at some length about our cold, snowy winter about three weeks ago, I am now aghast at the strange turn the weather has taken. The thermometer now reads four degrees above freezing. There is no snow on the ground. The river has burst its banks and is sopping all over everything; the well-travelled bike paths along the shore are now about three feet underwater. And this is January! So much for the Canadian winter.
Ill-informed people blame our current abnormal weather conditions on global warming. But I know better: we have brought this upon ourselves. If churches had stuck to traditional music and liturgy, we'd be fine; but the publication of Beaumont's "Twentieth-Century Folk Mass" perturbed the order of the universe, and the very elements have begun to rebel against us.