We in the Midwest continue to experience temperatures far lower than the inside of my food freezer in the basement. Every time I walk Jack, I “hear the snow crunch…” (to quote a popular song). It’s that special sound a sub-zero snow pack makes beneath my boots. But the neighborhood is striking in its winter attire and begs me to run back home for my camera.
Some of winter’s best visuals can be the icicles hang- ing from people’s houses. I remember our children orchestrating sword fights with 4 foot long ones and pleading with me to store bunches of icicles in our freezer for summertime fun.
One year an energetic eight-year-old “planted” rows of straight-up icicles all over the yard, which resembled a sparkling crystal garden. Another winter we made use of smaller icicles as ice cubes in our cold drinks. The refrigerator had died, and while we were shopping for a new one, icicle stir-sticks worked perfectly.
This winter, we can boast an icicle to end all icicles. It hangs from the upper corner of our front porch to the ground, a length of about 11 feet. Thirteen inches across at the top, it is absolutely gorgeous, and today I spent time studying it.
I don’t understand how water can melt in order to form icicles when the thermometer reads -10, but drip by drip this once-tiny icicle grew into a massive one. Such slow, steady growth can be a picture of the way other life-buildups can occur, too, such as the subtle way a good relationship can become frosty, little by little.
Small negatives can start to obstruct a friendship, for example, the way a tiny bit of ice clogs a drain pipe. Though the damage isn’t immediately visible, it forms the base-layer for further buildup. Drip, freeze, drip, freeze.
Incident upon incident causes increasing blockage until the rapport between two people has become frozen. Eventually others see it too, and suddenly we wonder how such an icy atmosphere was able to build up between us.
God wants us to act warmly toward each other and will never leave us out in the cold. Instead, he’ll take one of two approaches to thaw icy relationships. Either he’ll melt them slowly with the words of Scripture, or he’ll whack the ice down in one fell swoop.
Neighbors have told me I should use a shovel to knock the icicles off my gutters, since they’re heavy and can do permanent damage. Frozen friendships feel heavy, too, and sometimes swift intervention (i.e. a whack) is the only way to begin warming the affections between two people.
However God does it, we do know he wants us to act lovingly toward one another. And just like the warmth of spring will eventually melt our giant icicle, so the breath of God’s Spirit will melt the ice between two people…. every time.
“The Spirit of God has made me, and the breath of the Almighty gives me life.” (Job 33:4)
Margaret, I’m sorry to say icicles are formed by poor insulation in our homes. heat is doing what it does best, it rises. There must be some conection to the Lord as He does create all. David.
We don’t get a lot of enduring snow along with cold in Virginia, which means no icicles. I’d forgotten about them after living here for almost 20 years. Brings back memories of Midwest winters which weren’t all bad. It’s also true what you say about friendships grown cold and icy. I’m in the middle of warming one up again. Never have figured out what made it get cold in the first place. Sigh.
Wonderful post! Wonderful message, and I’m smiling at the thought of you swinging away at those icicles! I wish I could be there to help you. We’d probably be dangerous, but we’d have a great time!!
When my oldest son was very young, he just happened to walk under some icicles, on his way home from 1st grade. He threw a snow ball towards one, and when he walked under it, a second later, he felt a stinging pain, go through his upper lip. He walked thru the back door, and because he was afraid to move his freezing lip, he looked panicky. We got in the car and headed over to the ER, a few miles away. I opted to keep the icicle in his lip (dripping a bit, by now), so I wouldn’t have lots of watery blood to clean up. After 44yrs, I see the almost invisible scar, when he smiles, and that’s a blessing….it was not his eyeball.
I forgot to mention that the ‘spear’ didn’t break, cause he was missing his 4 front teeth, so there was plenty of space for the icicle to penetrate, as Doug looked upward to the sky.
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