The Slush Pile

When creative writing was my thing, the Slush Pile was where your work went at a magazine or publisher, if it was unsolicited.  I assume the origin of the name has to do with how slowly the pile diminishes, the way that snow piles, mixed with all the dirt and junk take so long to melt.

Did you know that the last of Boston’s snow just melted yesterday (July 15)?  Hard to believe, with all the hot weather we have had here.  But, of course, that pile wasn’t just pure snow, but was full of all sorts of dirt and debris that kept the sun from being able to melt the snow back into water.

Hmm, sounds like a sermon illustration, doesn’t it?

If faith is letting Jesus Christ melt our cold hearts, then how much junk of the world do we let get in the way of that?  Can we let go of all that stuff?  It’s not easy:  after a while we let all that we have accumulated define us, and we have trouble separating ourselves out.  And in reality, we can’t separate ourselves out – could you remove the dirt from the snow piled at the end of your driveway?

As ugly as the snow piles look a couple of days after a snowstorm, they do look good again when the next snow starts to fall – they briefly look like crumb cake.  Our path back to beauty begins the same way:  not by trying to cover up our ugliness, but allowing Jesus Christ to cover us with his love.  And then we must trust in Jesus, that if we allow Him to melt our hard hearts we won’t be separated from our true selves or from Him, but only from all the junk that we’ve been swept up in along the way.

Trust in the goodness of God enough to let the Son shine on you.