Letter of Paul to the Canadians

First, I thank God for all your land has offered me in my travels from Prince Edward Island to Vancouver. My faith has been tested verilee, for I made the error of journeying in the winter months. Forgive me, for I am from a much warmer land, where the sun shines mightily. I asked God for strength when I set forth from Quebec toward Toronto in four feet of snow. I hadn’t travelled but a few hundred steps when I slipped into a snow bank only to be discovered by a man driving an automatic plow of sorts that cleared the road. He invited me to his farmhouse where he gave me clean wool socks and an old, worn out, very warm Montreal Canadiens jersey. Hockey Night in Canada played on the television as he told adventurous tales of snow-plowing. On the morrow, I set forth out again on my journey, the man providing me with tennis racquets he strapped to my feet so I didn’t fall in the snow again.

In Ontario I came upon a Toronto Maple Leafs game inside a refrigerated building. I know God’s word is close to the hearts of the local people because they used his name in abundance during the match. Amber liquid flowed freely and I was reminded of Jesus turning the loaves and fishes into a meal for thousands. Several times the players took a break from the contest and a man drove a tractor machine around the ice while the crowd cheered. He was steadfast in his task, not seeking glory or honor or even immortality, but simply the chance the honor the Lord in his own capacity.