Tired metaphor though it be, the transformation from chubby caterpillar to seemingly inanimate chrysalis, and then to elegant and dainty flying monarch is new again to me in this late summer season of 2019, because it is new to my tiny grandchildren.
“Leafy” had no idea that the milkweed he munched in a retired goldfish bowl was any different than the succulent salad he had been savoring in the field adjacent to my garden. He went home with the boy who had christened him, and for a few days, it was his job to put the creativity of God on display.
Following the dotted lines back to the glory of New Life, to the comprehensive and bone-deep transformation that comes with New Birth–or even the patient waiting for a sandwich–can be a stretch for a four-year-old spirit, but awe is very much within his grasp.
The God who says, “Do it again!” every day to the sun never tires of amazing his children, both big and small.
And the transformation that takes place in the believer is no less astonishing. When the old passes away and the new comes, the creativity and power of God are put on display, and it happens in a different way and with unique outcomes in every single life.
How is your new birth giving you wings on this beautiful Sunday?
Grace and peace,
Image Credit for Pumpkin/Monarch Butterfly/Tiny Boy Hand: Christine Morin, my long suffering daughter-in-law who has played midwife to no fewer than a half dozen monarch butterflies this season!
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