Ice Sculptures

The strange little town in which I live recently held its annual festival of ice sculptures. Much as I resent the town council’s incessant increasing of the Rates, these events seem to draw many visitors, who presumably spend their money in the shops.

I suspect that ice is a rather versatile material to craft and sculpt. Water will fill any mould and the finished product sparkles and glistens in the wintry sunshine. Even while I approached some of the installations, the relatively mild January afternoon was causing them to shrink, the droplets of water dripping onto the pavement below. It seemed a pity to slowly lose such as an interesting item, but I daresay it shall return next year.

Those who sculpt in marble or cast in bronze usually find that their works outlive them, but will they endure the world’s end and the coming Christ’s blazing fires? The evil we have done, and the worthless, meaningless deeds we have performed, will they survive the apocalyptic inferno of the Day of the Lord? No, only what we do for Christ and His glory will be worthy of remembrance on the other side. All our beauty, goodness, accomplishments and accolades are already melting and shrinking, dripping into the gutters and drains, as that Day draws closer.

Every man’s work shall be made manifest: for the day shall declare it, because it shall be revealed by the fire: and the fire shall try every man’s work of what sort it is. 1 Corinthians 3:13, Geneva Bible.