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My Dear Family in Christ,
Ever precious greetings in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ!
It started out as any other ordinary day for ten year old Peter. He awoke to the sound of his mother's soft voice as his nose sniffed the alluring aroma of bacon and eggs in the air. Waking up from his slumber, he immediately jumped out of his bed, and with great anticipation, he raced to the window. As he flung open the curtains, Peter's eyes beheld the white winter wonderland that last nightís forecasters had so adamantly promised. Wow, it was going to be a great day!
"Oh boy,Ē he said to himself, "this is gonna be awesome!" His mind raced with thoughts of sleigh-riding down his favorite hills with his best friend John while they hit each other and everyone else with snowballs! But for the moment, his mother's commanding voice brought him back to reality as he headed to the bathroom.
After Peter finished his morning routine, he proceeded straight to the kitchen, where he was met with a wonderful family-style breakfast. His precious mother was quite the cook and his little belly served as a testament to her culinary skill! He loved starting his day like this; it gave him such a sense of belonging. Peter loved his family deeply and his father was his special hero. He was very blessed, and even at such a young age, he knew it. His parents had lovingly led Peter to their Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, a couple of years earlier, and since then, he had grown to love his Lord. He now saw the Lord's hand in all things. His childlike faith reasoned that the Lord had orchestrated this timely snowstorm that had released him from school for the day.
As he finished with his breakfast, he phoned John and they planned their antics for the day. A ten year oldís utopia---no school and two feet of fresh snow! Well, the day did not disappoint and had indeed fulfilled all of Peterís hopes as he dragged himself, wet and exhausted, back to his house for dinner. He changed and ate, and with a small spark of energy left, he asked his mom if he could go outside just one more time. She said, "Yes, but please stay close by, honey." So, John came over and the two of them decided to make a snow fort in the parking lot across the street. They took their snow shovels and off they went.
The boys found a big snow bank right in the middle of the parking lot and tunneled their way down, as kids are apt to do. After some work, they had it just the way they wanted it, big enough for the two of them to hide from everyone. Little did they know how hidden they would soon be!
Well, it happened in the twinkling of an eye. The city snow-plow went by, and from the inside of their newly built fort, they heard a loud grinding sound as the additional cold wet snow pressed its way down on top, burying them six feet under in a frozen tomb. In a panic, they tried to move but couldn't. By the grace of God, they had an air pocket to breath. Peter cried out in fear, "Lord, help us!" They lay in the frozen tomb for hours, which seemed like years, unable to move.
Meanwhile, when the boys had not returned home, fear and concern had started to grow in the hearts of Peterís parents. They went out searching, and called on the neighbors for help. They were not successful and decided that they needed to call the police. After four hours of frantic searching, there was still no sign of them. It was now two o'clock in the morning, and everyone began to fear the worst---abduction. At this point, the boys were cold beyond belief, but Peter continued to call on the Lord for help.
The search party regrouped back at Peterís home to discuss what to do next. Officer Christian decided to sit in his patrol car in the parking lot across the street. As he sat there and ate the sandwich his wife had prepared for him, he was mulling over what could have happened to the boys. While he went over the case in his head, his eyes were panning around when he noticed a huge mound of snow around a light pole. "What's that?" he thought to himself. "Is that the handle of a shovel sticking out of the snow? Didn't they say the boys had shovels?" He quickly raced to the mound of snow, dropping his sandwich to the ground as he went. Yes! It was the handle of a shovel! He frantically began to dig as he yelled out the boysí names. A couple of feet down Officer Christian uncovered a boot! "My stars!" he thought, "the boot is moving!" Ecstatic, he dug and dug until he had both boys out. And in no time, the boys were transported to the hospital. Needless to say, there was great joy in both families that the boys had been found. The boys were fine, a bit traumatized as one would expect, but boys nonetheless, with quite the story to tell! Officer Christian was a hero; more so, the Lord had answered Peter's prayer. And what a testimony Peter now had for church on Sunday!
It is written, "Likewise, I say unto you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth." (Luke 15:10)
This real-life story actually happened in New York just a few months ago and it was all over the news. I took literary license because it made me reflect on how valuable souls really are. Christ declared their eternal worth upon the cross. Somehow stories about children, like this one, always seem to bring the point home more clearly, and affect us more deeply. I cried as I wrote of Officer Christian finding the boys. Jesus wept over the souls of Jerusalem.
I have become a big cry baby over the years as the love of God in me weeps over lost souls. All people dig their little snow forts of sin and before they know it, Satan has them plowed in. Christ in us seeks them. Everywhere we look, people are frozen in the tomb of sin. Do you really care? Christ died for the ungodly. Beloved, you are Officer Christian! And if you look closely, you'll see the handles of shovels everywhere...