Frosty’s back!


By Tim Throckmorton



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It’s quite funny actually, and a little frightening… High winds were forecast as a front was moving through and yet it never occurred to me to remove or deflate the very large snowman and the Christmas edition of Minnie Mouse that were perched in the front yard. Both byproducts of Kairi accompanying Papaw and Mamaw to Lowes during Christmas season a few years ago. At any rate, the storm was blowing in as late December storms do. I mean powerfully blowing in when in a two to three minute space of time the monstrous blasts of wind made the house shake like a duck coming out of the rain! Terri looked at me and in a rather relaxed tone said, I sure hope no one had anything outside that could blow away… it was when the words “blow away” left her lips that I turned to see that the once illuminated front yard was illuminated no more. As I quickly turned on the front porch light I was amazed to see that Frosty and Minnie were not just blown out, they were blown clean away! Gone, Nada, Beam Me Up Scotty Gone, if you get my drift! I sprang from my recliner and headed outside only to find a totally deflated Minnie many yards from her original stance and Frosty, well Frosty was gone… I mean totally gone! I looked for a few days but, it appeared Frosty had moved on to greener or perhaps whiter pastures. Now here’s where the frightening part comes in: this Sunday when Terri and I returned from church… Frosty was back! Not inflated on the front lawn but folded and sitting on the back porch swing! We don’t know who brought him back or where he was for the past month, but Frosty is back home!

I don’t know if you have ever been blown off course in life but as my old Granddad used to say, “It happens to the best of families!” As I recently Reread the story of the prodigal son from Luke’s Gospel I was drawn not so much to the father’s quest for the son or even the welcome the wayward son received when he finally came to his senses and came back home. What I want to draw your attention to here are the things he remembered as he longingly looked homeward and remembered what he had left behind… what was there all along that he hadn’t even considered until he was far away and all alone. Jesus tells us the story…“And he said, A certain man had two sons: And the younger of them said to his father, Father, give me the portion of goods that falleth to me. And he divided unto them his living. And not many days after the younger son gathered all together, and took his journey into a far country, and there wasted his substance with riotous living. And when he had spent all, there arose a mighty famine in that land; and he began to be in want. And he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country; and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he would fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat: and no man gave unto him. And when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father’s have bread enough to spare, and I perish with hunger! I will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before thee, And am no more worthy to be called thy son: make me as one of thy hired servants. And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him.” Just like us isn’t it? Some of the most precious things in life are overlooked until they are far removed from us. Notice as his heart looked homeward how he missed the Father’s Presence. He knew there was safety and protection there. He missed his Father’s Provision, there was more than enough to spare in fathers house. Lastly he missed his Father’s Love. Something he knew yet rejected was still cradled in hope deep in his heart as he journeyed home remembering it was there all the time while he remained at home.

William Randolph Hearst invested a fortune collecting art treasures from around the world. One day Mr. Hearst read the description of a valuable art item, which he sent his agent abroad to find. After months of searching, the agent reported that he had finally found the treasure. To the surprise of Hearst, the priceless masterpiece was stored in none other than the warehouse of William Randolph Hearst. The multi-millionaire had been searching all over the world for a treasure he already possessed. Had he read the catalog of his treasures, he would have saved himself a lot of time and money. Being blown off course is one thing, but staying off course is another. Why not find your way back home?

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By Tim Throckmorton

Tim Throckmorton is the former Executive Pastor of the Plymouth Heights Church of the Nazarene in Franklin Furnace Ohio and the Portsmouth First Church of the Nazarene in Franklin Furnace, Ohio. He is currently the Senior Pastor at Crossroads Church in Circleville, Ohio.ReachReach

Tim Throckmorton is the former Executive Pastor of the Plymouth Heights Church of the Nazarene in Franklin Furnace Ohio and the Portsmouth First Church of the Nazarene in Franklin Furnace, Ohio. He is currently the Senior Pastor at Crossroads Church in Circleville, Ohio.ReachReach