One of the Right’s worst moves in recent memory has been to co-opt a perfectly wonderful word – and beautiful feature of Nature – and wield it as a pejorative term.

Look, I don’t care for the over-sensitive, safe-space seeking, racial strife-stirring, “victims” of everything they don’t like and everyone they disagree with Millennials with their fierce beards and fragile psyches too much, either. (I like the professors and politicians spoon feeding them mind poison way less, though.)

But I will be damned if I am going to stand by and have you people downgrade and denigrate something as beautiful and unique as a snowflake, frail though it may be. Nor will I quietly yield one of my favorite Vance Havner (look him up if you don’t know who he is) analogies to you just so you can use it as an epithet.

What was that? The analogy?

Well, as I remember the sermon in which I heard him use it, Dr. Havner was talking about how weak and insufficient we sometimes feel as Christians an

d how it feels like we can’t make a difference anyhow, so why try. (These are not his exact words). Then, he said (these are pretty exact words):

“Snowflakes are frail things, too, but if enough of them stick together, they can stop traffic.”

Do you see my conundrum? A quote I once recalled or repeated in order to encourage myself or others now just yields itself to a group of these “social justice warriors” stopping traffic on a major thoroughfare to protest for transgender bathroom rights or open borders or some other ill-conceived or downright despicable cause.

You ruined my snowflakes and I want them back. They are too beautiful, too powerful, too unique, too rare to represent the mindless masses marching to the Pied Piper’s mesmerizing, mortifying tune. Call them sad. Call them silly. Call them something.

But leave snowflakes out of it.


By Gene

I am a lover, a fighter, and a midnight writer. I love football, hamburgers, and philosophical inquiries. I love Jesus more than any of that. I love my wife, my daughters, my grandson, and my English Setters, Huck and Finn. I also love Huck Finn...and other seminal characters in American literature. Like Gus McCrae. I love the English language. I love to dive into the wonders of its depth and splash around in the shallow end where colloquialisms and slang rule and reign.

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