... in a butterfly
A couple of weeks ago, I was snatching a few minutes of late Autumn sunshine in the beautiful garden of a retreat house. We had been reflecting on “dying and rising” with readings from John 12:23: “Unless a grain of wheat falls to the ground and dies.....” and Paul 1 Corinthians 15 “...... And when you sow it, it does not have the same body it will have later......”
My programme sheet was open on my lap, bright colours shining in the pale sunshine, when a large red Admiral butterfly settled on it – fluttered around me and then returned for a full ten minutes as we shared the warmth.
At first, I was captivated by its delicacy and beautiful colours; then I began to remember fragments I had once learnt about its life-cycle- I wondered if the caterpillar had ever imagined it would turn out like this!
I eventually watched the butterfly soar away over the trees and thanked the Lord for his visual lesson. There is some essence of me that will soar away with him into eternal life. And, like the caterpillar, I cannot imagine it!
Back to Paul again: “No eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart conceived what God has prepared for those who love him.” (1 Corinthians 2)