The crackling of potato chips being crushed between two fingers was the sound being heard as he chewed his way out of the sheath that had been his realm of existence. That tiny white sac affixed beneath a glossy green leaf of the milkweed plant was the first course of the day.
As he emerged from his former habitat, his worm-shaped body was slimy and ashy in color. Instinctively knowing what to do, he continued to munch on the leaf that was his home. Munch by munch and bit by bit, he grew in size and developed spiky brown hairs that were soft to the touch. His fuzzy little ensemble acquired stripes and his whole being glistened in the sunlight as he chomped his way through the hole-ridded leaf.
After finishing off the nutritious leaf, his body was now too small to fit his inner being, and as if on cue, the outer layer was striped free. Many times over a period of time, he grew too big for his body and had to exchange it for a new one. One day, as he was chewing on yet another leaf, he began to ponder his life thus far.
“Isn’t there more to life? What am I meant to do? What is my reason for living?”
No answer came, yet, he continued to go about his daily business of eating and growing
One dark day, life as he knew it came to a halt. He stopped growing. No more did he get a bigger and better body. Not knowing what else to do, he clung to the center of the barren green stalk from where he had been gathering his nourishment. In his sorrow he became caught up in an opaque spiral-shaped tomb. The outside of this burial chamber was gradually changing and gaining colors, however, he could not see what was going on. To him, there was no more life,-no more, sunlight, no more food; nothing. Nothing but darkness…
After a season of time and intense struggles, he emerged from the cave that had been his resting place.
“What is this? Who am I?”
He was different now. His papery thin tangerine-colored wings were still moist, yet they were gently undulating as he was growing stronger and stronger.
He was a new creature!
He had limbs to feel out his environment and an entirely new sensory system in his body. No longer was he unattractive and limited in movement. He was beautiful!
“I now know my purpose!”
He now realized the meaning of his life, for it was to spread around the glory of the lovely flowers from which he now obtained his sustenance from. In one quick leap; he flew off with a newly acquired joy.
The life of a Christian can be compared to the life of this butterfly in that our lives begin with a blandness that leaves a void in our lives. As this particular butterfly needs to live off the Milkweed plant in order to grow, Christ becomes a major influence in our daily walk, and maturity begins.
Frequently there are periods of dormancy when it seems we are utterly useless and dead. The body is weary, the soul is sorrowful. Yet, in God’s time, the struggles end and a new and even more beautiful being emerges. The entire process is repeated many times over as we allow God more control over our life.
After spending time in a restrictive state, the Christian is freed and life takes on new meaning and joy. He now understands his purpose and is released to soar unto higher places and spread God’s love and Grace.