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There on the wall, held by the tiniest pins, were
cocoons. Earthy, ordinary, and uninteresting, they
had attracted an audience because they were moving.
New life was about to emerge.
The
butterflies emerged. They fought free of their
cocoons and stretched their new winged bodies. How
strange it was to have a radically transformed,
non-wormy “be-ing.”
Most of the butterflies still acted like caterpillars.
They felt wormy, and they acted wormy.
They clung to the wall; they walked on the ground.
The
transformation was obvious to all of us. But
to the butterflies, it seemed, transformation was just
an awkward hassle. It made crawling very uncomfortable
and much more difficult. They did it anyway.
A few
attempted to fly, but they stopped flying when they
encountered their first obstacle and clung to it for
dear life. Some clung to people. Others clung to the
wall, or the path, or their old cocoon.
One butterfly did not follow the others. It walked down
the wall, walked directly across the path without
pausing, and stopped just short of a four story canyon.
Now, to a tiny butterfly, that canyon must have seemed
like an invitation to instant death. If a worm were to
leap from that distance, it would surely die, and this
butterfly still felt distinctly wormy.
But in a leap of faith, this butterfly launched its
transformed body into space; and with remarkable ease
and grace, it did what butterflies are destined to do.
It flew.
Therefore if any man be in
Christ he is a new creature
old things are passed
away behold all things are become new.
2 Corinthians 5:17 |
