Coming Alive

Wednesday, December 11, 2013 Posted by Anonymous

“Waiting for the man in my life to come alive!” My Face Book caption read. I posted it in jest the morning after our first major snowfall in years. It had been decades since my yard had hosted the festive, holiday icon.

My thoughts reflected back to when I was a young mother wanting to stick to the true meaning of Christmas. One of the holiday traditions I continued to embrace and share with my sons was that of “Frosty the Snowman.”

Thus, with a fresh blanket of snow covering my backyard the first week December, and no kids around to help, I set out to build a snowman. Before heading out to re-create the much-loved favorite, I looked up the words of the infamous song behind the icy figure. When I began to read the verse, “But the children know how he came to life . . . There must have been some magic in that hat, for when they placed it on his head, he began to dance around,” tears stung unexpectedly. I asked God what that was all about. He said, “Go out and build one of your own.”

I rounded-up my young adult roommates and in no time at all, life emerged from the sounds of laughter and joy. I watched and remembered as they rolled and rolled then stacked the three balls of snow to form Frosty’s body.

Humming the song every child loves, “Oh, Frosty, the Snowman, was alive as he could be; and the children say he could laugh and play, just the same as you and me.” It hit me: that’s what Jesus did for me 32 years ago. The verse, “In Christ all shall be made alive” rang forth. (I Cor. 15:22)

Jesus placed a new heart in me—one that caused me “to dance and laugh and play.”