By Jennah Kelley   I’ve lived in northern Minnesota for almost twenty-three years. I’ve checked off every winter “required”: make snow angels and have snowball fights every winter until I was thirteen, help Mom and Dad put up Christmas lights, complain when the warm goes away and Minnesota becomes colder than the surface of Mars. But I’d never been on a frozen lake before the winter of 2014. I was in a car with two classmates, Jennifer and Shannon, headed to something called Eelpout. Named after a fish supposedly caught on Leech Lake, this festival is known to be a drunken party on ice. I had no idea what to expect. Since this would be my first time walking on water, frozen or otherwise, images of Jesus…