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Matt and the Butterflies

By Darell Martin

 

Matt got into our car after Wednesday night Bible class with an excited look on his face.  He explained that his eighth grade Bible class had taken a field trip to a park just outside of town.  He wanted us to go back out there now with him “to see,” he said, “a beautiful sight.”

 

Joanna and Jonathan had just gotten in the car. Mom, always wanting to encourage anything spiritual in her kids, looked at me and said, “Let’s go see what this is all about.”

 

We drove outside of town to the small park, stopped the car and the four of us followed Matt as he walked ahead excitedly, yelling back, “Hurry, before it gets dark.”

 

He took us to a bunch of trees and said, “What do you see?”

 

I said, “A whole bunch of trees.”

 

He laughed and said, “Watch this.”  He proceeded to shake the trees and we watched as thousands upon thousands of Monarch butterflies fluttered this way and that.  It was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen.  All of us began shaking trees with “Ohs and Ahs” until darkness forced us back to our car.

 

After that, Mom had placed a plant—Greg’s mist flower—in the back yard that attracts Monarchs to its nectar.  She even hung a butterfly house close by for them to rest on.

 

We found out that Monarchs actually migrate down several corridors to a certain spot in central Mexico, and the central part of Texas, where we live, is one of those corridors. They begin as an egg, laid by a female Monarch on the stem of a milkweed plant.  They hatch to become a pretty, multicolored caterpillar that spends its time around milkweed, eating to its heart content.

 

Then a change takes place.  The caterpillar climbs to a spot and attaches itself with a little silk, which it spins.  A shell forms around the caterpillar and soon becomes hard.  Within that transparent chrysalis a metamorphosis is taking place, changing this earth-bound worm into a beautiful butterfly that will journey thousands of miles from its home in the northern United States toward its final resting place on either the Oyamel fir trees of the Transvolcanic range of southern Mexico or the eucalyptus trees of Pacific Grove, California (Rosenblatt, 1998)

 

Now think of the tomb of Jesus.  It was really only a cocoon or chrysalis in which his earthbound body lay.  But that body, which had felt hunger, thirst, pain, tiredness, loneliness and sadness, had gone through its own metamorphosis.  It had transformed into an incorruptible body.  It was no longer earthbound; it was free of, not only Earth’s gravitational pull, but its fallen nature as well.

 

Jesus has been resurrected never to die again.  And one day, he, the pioneer of resurrection, will come back and shake the trees for the rest of us to fly away with him to the home he has prepared.