Wayne Weekly “Frosty the No-Man”

Written by on December 21, 2018

Snowmen seem to becoming less and less common these days. It may be because Mom’s would send their kids outside to play in the snow, rather than playing video games in the living room.

I recall building snow forts with the neighbors, building snow men, having snow ball fights, and eating icicles. We would bundle up and head for the hill on school property named “Science Hill” to go sledding, , or use our “flying saucers”, as we use to call them, to speed down the hill, often wiping out near the end of a thrilling run. We also had an ice skating rink in back of our school where skill levels of all kinds would intermingle, and sometimes that taking the form of a collision on ice.

We would trudge back home from what seemed hours of play and shed our winter coats, boots, snow pants and even snow suits.

It was a different day.

During a walk I was delighted to see that a neighbor has built a snowman. It had stones for eyes, a carrot for its nose, and two branches for its arms that had growth that resembled fingers.  Both arms were lifted upward as if in praise to God. The Snowman sported a red hat as well. Not quite a top-hat, but hey, this is 2018! I don’t recall seeing a mouth. Kind of odd not to have a mouth, or at least some kind of makeshift pipe stuck in its head. Anyway, it was a great snowman and someone was proud of it…that’s for sure.

A week later, after some much warmer weather, my daughter and I passed the spot where “Frosty” once stood. All that remained on the wet green grass was a crumpled red hat, a few branches, and a few small stones. They were lying just where the melting snow left them. Where there once stood a classic, iconic symbol of winter, now laid a pile of stuff that looked like the remains of an unfinished fall raking job.

As Christians, we know that our bodies, unless we’re resurrected to join Christ Jesus, will eventually become just a box of bones and teeth, disintegrating hair, and decaying clothing. We’ll be a pile of stuff, and, after a longer while still, will become dust. Not a relished thought, really.

But our hope, our confident expectation, will be our restoration into a transformed body. A new body resurrected into the likeness of His resurrection…imperishable!

Our friendly Snowman may someday be pieced back together for a season. Little hands and fresh snow is all it takes to reassemble a good friend in the yard. But for only a season of time. We, as redeemed children of God, well, that’s a different matter. Our body’s “piecing together”, is forever…never to melt again.

 

“For if we have become united with Him in the likeness of His death, certainly we shall also be in the likeness of His resurrection…”                              Romans 6:5

“For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable…”  I Corinthians 15:52


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