An old Sailor’s proverb is; south of the fortieth parallel there is no law, and south of the fiftieth there is no God.
Only a few people live on the icy continent of Antarctica, south of the fortieth parallel, and the whole economy is scientific research. That tiny population, living in temporary dormitories, is one place where I wouldn’t expect to find people worshipping God.
Maybe it’s a surprise, but people always reach out to God, on any continent. The worship of God in Antarctica is a picture of people anywhere.
READ: God in a cold climate