Ice Cream Salvation is a modern day parable. Here, you will see a fictitious earthly story with a heavenly meaning. Here, a young man, we shall call him George, finds Gods Grace, by way of an unusual twist.

It’s been nine months now, since we lost Mom. The hot sticky summer has suddenly passed into a bone chilling winter. A winter that tends to make you want to snuggle up by the fire with a good book. However, the more I try to forget the past, the more those unforgettable memories continue to roll like a sad movie score. If I could only just get over that “still small voice”. The voice that keeps haunting me, by visiting me in my loneliness.

Yes, those bumps in the road will somehow turn into smooth sailing, in spite of the memories, the voice would lament. Then, this voice would so vividly announce.  “Remember that Bible verse. You know Mom’s favorite verse she uses to quote all the time, when things seemed bad”. But, that still small voice would never continued the conversation, by telling me what I need to do or where I need to go, to fine this happiness.  

Suddenly one evening, as if a train had hit me, I said to myself,” I know. I’ll go have an ice cream. Yes, that’s what I’ll do”. When I was a kid, and yes I was once a kid you know, the ice cream always seemed to fix everything”.

As I entered the Ice Cream Scoop, I observed that all too familiar scene. Mr. Johnson was standing behind the counter, smiling from ear to ear, and wrapped in that big ice cream apron.  The one with all 30 flavors of ice cream so artistically displayed.  And I joked, as I always do, “That apron will surely wind up in the Smithsonian Institution some day”. I think I’ll have the   Raspberry Swirl, Mr. Johnson, and make it a double. Well, George, you must really be depressed, Mr. Johnson said, as he handed me the big cure all ice cream.

Then suddenly, as if I had seen a ghost, some images appeared through the front window, half blocked by the frosted snow. Listen, Mr. Johnson, they are singing, what appears to be a Church Hymn. Is it Christmas all ready, I ask myself. It can’t be. Summer has just left us. But why else would this group be singing on a street corner, in this miserable weather? However, as I concentrated on the music, the words became all the more familiar. By golly, it Mom’s favorite hymn and they have brought Mom’s church to me.

Suddenly, as if Mom was pulling my ear again, I had an urge to run outside, slamming the door behind me. As I left the store, I seemed to be pulled, like a magnet, closer to the singing group. Oh yes, it is cold here. However, the weather did not seem to hinder these happy people.  



Something was surely very different, about these people; the group seemed happy and sang like they believed every word of the songs. Why, they even had a small band playing and one man was waving a flag, displaying a large cross, as they sang the hymns.   Waite! I’ve heard these hymns before, I said to myself, and I have never felt as these people seem to feel. They had a message and they were going to get it out, regardless of the weather

Then, as the singing ended, the leader of the group opened an old tattered Bible.  His words stammered and his speech frosted, due to the frigid cold weather, as he began to read. What’s this! Why its Moms favorite scripture.

    “For we know that all things work together for good, to those who are called                    
     According to his purpose”. Romans 8:28

When the man finished reading the Bible, he looked straight at me, and started talking as if he had known me all my life. And guess what! As by Divine impulse, that “still small voice” returned to my memory. Only this time, the voice did finish by telling me how I could have peach with Mom’s personal God.

Suddenly, as the frozen tears stuck to my face, it all came home to me.  I then started shouting “Hallelujah”, in my heart, and as by that same Divine uncontrollable impulse, my heart started singing Moms favorite Hymn

  “Amazing Grace How Sweet The Sound, That Saved A Wretch Like Me.
     I Once Was Lost But Now I’m Found. Was Blind But Now I See”.

As I turned to leave the small group, suddenly by impulse, I turned to say good-by. And to my amazement, the group had mystically vanished.

Oh yes, what happened to my ice cream, you may ask. Well it melted away, as did my sinful heart.  God truly is love and His salvation is surely free.  I got a double dip of Gods Grace that day. Unlike the ice cream, God’s Grace will never melt away.



Charles Robey specializes in freelance Christian fiction writings, with a strong evangelistic message.  He feels that in today’s hectic stressful environment, Gods peach continues to ring true and is freely available to all.

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