The Frozen Chosen Are Better In Spring {0}
It warmed up enough today to go on a bike ride. I took the Indian Creek Trail until it dead ended into 69 Highway Construction. A few weeks ago there was a big snow storm. According to Standard Texas Snow Measuring Protocol it was about 50 feet of snow.
As I rode I was interested today in how all that was left on the ground was the solid stuff that has been piled up and packed tightly. I was impressed with snow just for existing when so much of the other snow was gone.
Then one particular portion really caught my eye, there was a pile on the left side of the trail of solid snow, it was melting and it made a little stream of water across the trail that was pouring on to pretty dormant looking little trees.
I’ve not spent much time thinking about snow in my life so maybe I’m way behind on this concept, but at that moment I realized unless the snow melts it’s of no worth to the trees and flowers and bushes that need it to grow green in the Spring.
It’s just a silly image, but it reminded me that as a Calvinist I’m often referred to by critics as the Frozen Chosen. We are called this because unfortunately too often reformed people appear cold and callous, lacking love for others. Like most stereotypes it’s partially true, though a whole history of missions shows this accusation far from being 100% accurate.
Anyway, we are like the solid piece of packed snow on the side of the road and unless our hearts are melted by the light and heat of God’s Word we will fail to be a benefit to the world at large.
My prayer at that moment, was for God to melt my heart, to be turned into the flowing water that flows down the river to the yet dormant seed or young tree that would benefit from the water.
It’s not a perfect analogy, but it does bring me back to 1 Corinthians 3:7 where we see the place of planting and watering, but more than that we see the growth belongs to God.
“So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything, but only God who gives the growth.”
God, transform me from the frozen chosen, to a stream of soverign grace flowing to those in need of the Gospel.


















