Yesterday we drove to church with ice on our windshield.

This is no big deal in most places, except that we were driving in Florida.

Temperatures in the Sunshine State can dip into the thirties, but that’s usually on an abnormally frigid day in mid-to-late January, not around Thanksgiving.

Constantly, one is reflects back on the prescience of the Virgin Mary’s message at LaSalette, France, and her words to seer Melanie Calvat, “The seasons will be altered.”

Back in 1999 literally dozens of climatologists, paleoclimatologists, and meteorogists forecast that a shift in climate would do what we are now seeing on a daily basis: not just altering the mercury but sending rivers of moisture into the atmosphere, there to then dump mountains of snow or torrents of rain.

At the same time Florida was shivering (at least in the northern half), up to five feet of snow was accumulating in parts of Western New York and Erie, Pennsylvania.

It’s one extreme to another: searing heat followed by record lows. For two decades now, we’ve called this a gyration.

The claimatologists and meteorologists (from around the world, personally interviewed) were right.

This was before climate became a political football.

But such is the nature of our times: the weather is merely paralleling societal extremes.

Whether its “trans” men playing in women’s sports, or a podcaster barking about or against climate shifts, what God is tryinmg to indicate is lost in the shuffle (and the contretempts).

Wild theories sell.