The Cocoon…
It was one of those warm afternoons where Grandfather and I sat beneath a tree reminiscing, when his attention was drawn downward to a small dark object moving across the ground. It looks like a worm, he said, but different from a worm, a caterpillar, a fascinating creature, the child of a butterfly. A furry crawling wormlike creature born of a beautiful winged creature. It has no idea of its origins or who its parent is. It goes through life crawling on the ground. The only life it knows is a wormlike life. He then picked up the caterpillar and placed it on the tree.
But one day the caterpillar climbs a tree, hangs itself upside down and begins to form around it’s body a hard protective shell, a cocoon. In the cocoon, that which was the caterpillar comes to its end. Only in its dying as a caterpillar can the creature undergo a metamorphosis. And when the metamorphosis is complete, a new being emerges from the shell of the cocoon. The new creature no longer has anything wormlike about it. It is now winged and beautiful. It will never again crawl through and never again be earthbound. It will live in the image of the one who gave it life, as a winged creature it was always meant to become.
It is an amazing phenomenon, I said, like the circle of life. Yes, Grandfather said, but within a shadow. A shadow of what? I asked.
The caterpillar is given life by the butterfly. We are given life by God. As the caterpillar crawls through life, earthbound and unaware of the purpose for which it was born, so man goes through life earthbound and unaware of the purpose for which he was born. We see with earthlike eyes, think wormlike thoughts and live wormlike lives. But to some of these earthbound creatures a miracle happens.
They allow themselves to die to the old, to the earthbound wormlike life. And yet in their dying of their old self they begin a metamorphosis. The earthbound life dies. But what emerges in its place is a different life, a new creation, beautiful and no longer earthbound, but heavenly and made to dwell in heavenly realms, and what it was always meant to be, a heavenly being in the image of Him from whom it was given life in the first place.
The new birth, the new creation!, I exclaimed. Yes, Grandfather replied, the metamorphosis of the children of God, born as earthly creatures, but reborn as children of heaven… the Gospel of the butterfly, by the grace of God!
We were buried therefore with him by baptism into death, in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, we too might walk in newness of life. Romans 6:4
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls a butterfly. Move away from the earthbound, everything in your life that is tied to the world, to the flesh and sin. Move into the realm of the heavenly. Start flying.
Walk daily with God at your side!
Love always,
Ed