The Butterfly
Should the butterfly mend her cocoon?
Should she refuse to ever fly?
This womb formed long ago,
that once seemed all,
on this day begins to stretch
and come undone.
Can one that has never flown
know God's will for a wing?
On the breath of the breeze
she unfurls her beauty and soars.
She shall not crawl
but fly.
Should she refuse to ever fly?
This womb formed long ago,
that once seemed all,
on this day begins to stretch
and come undone.
Can one that has never flown
know God's will for a wing?
On the breath of the breeze
she unfurls her beauty and soars.
She shall not crawl
but fly.
My heart cries out for our churches. The institutions they have become are much like this butterflies cocoon. A womb to nurture the transformation of the Spirit, to protect the evolving spirituality of God's people, but a now a wooing deathtrap. If the butterfly remained in the cocoon that is exactly what it would become, a deathtrap.
Some say the church is dead. Perhaps they are not far from wrong. But so was Jairus' daughter. And Luke writes: "But taking her by the hand himself [Jesus] spoke to her, 'Child, get up.' And her spirit returned and she got up at that very moment." (Luke 8: 54)
I can't imagine that she was ever the same again.
Church, takes Christ's hand and receive your spirit again. You shall not crawl but fly.
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