Pastor Solomon was talking about metamorphosis, the process by which we become new men and women through Jesus but all I could think of was another talk I had on the same topic with a caterpillar during the last days of Covid.
Reckon You Could Handle That?
I almost tread on this fuzzy little chap on the sidewalk, out for a stroll, soaking up the mid-winter sun.
How’s it hanging? he asks.
Oh , you know; not bad.
He looks up. You out of lockdown yet?
Almost, I say, one day to go but we’re allowed to walk. How about you?
I’m about to enter the biggest lockdown of all, he says in a tone half way between excitement and trepidation.
Wow! I say. Really?
Yes, he says, metamorphosis. You heard of it?
Why, yes. It sounds magical.
Up to 14 days, he says. No food. No visitations. Reckon you could handle it?
If I could turn into something light, winged and beautiful, like a butterfly, I’d give it a go, I said.
Pastor Solomon smiled as he read it.
“This is terrific, “ he said. “It’s what we’ve been talking about. It’s a great metaphor. Maybe even a parable.”
That caterpillar would be a butterfly by now, one of those fluttering around the honeysuckle hedge. I wonder if he remembers.
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