In the town of Nederland, Colorado, they have a strange festival called: ‘The Frozen Dead Guy Festival.’ It commemorates Bredo Morstoel, a local inhabitant who had himself cryogenically frozen and arranged for his remains to be stored in his shed. The annual festival includes all kinds of events such as coffin races, a polar plunge and snow sculptures, then culminates in a tour of Mostoel’s shed to view his frozen remains.
We do a lot of funny things to try to deny the reality of death, but it is still, as it always has been, the one inescapable reality of life. Rather than denying its inevitability, or hoping for science to one-day work out how to bring my frozen body back to life, I much prefer to live with the assurance of Jesus’ promise when he said: ‘I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die.’