A family brought in two cocoons that were about to hatch. They watched as the first one began to open and the butterfly inside squeezed very slowly and painfully through a tiny hole that it chewed in one end of the cocoon. After lying exhausted for about ten minutes following its agonizing emergence, the butterfly finally flew out the open window on its beautiful new wings.
The family decided to help the second butterfly so that it would not have to go through such an excruciating ordeal. So, as it began to emerge, they carefully sliced open the cocoon with a razor blade, doing the equivalent of a Caesarean section. The second butterfly never did sprout wings, and in about ten minutes, instead of flying away, it quietly died.
The family asked a biologist friend to explain what had happened. The scientist said that the difficult struggle to emerge from the small hole actually pushes liquids from deep inside the butterfly's body cavity into tiny capillaries in the wings where they hardened to complete the healthy and beautiful adult butterfly.
The lesson?
WITHOUT THE STRUGGLE, THERE ARE NO WINGS.
MAY WE APPRECIATE MORE FULLY THE STRUGGLE FOR LIFE AND GROWTH IN THIS COVID-19 SEASON WE ARE ALL ENDURING.
SO BE IT!
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Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
The birds they sang at the break of day
"Start again", I seem to hear them say
Don't dwell on what has passed away
Or what is yet to be
Ah, the wars, they will be fought again
The holy dove, she will be caught again
Bought and sold and bought again
The dove is never free
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack,
a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
We asked for signs, and the signs were sent
The birth betrayed, the marriage spent
Yeah, the widowhood of every single government
Signs for all to see
I can't run no more with that lawless crowd
While the killers in high places say their prayers out loud
But they've summoned, they've summoned up a thundercloud
And they're going to hear from me
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
You can add up the parts, but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march, on your little broken drum
Every heart, every heart to love will come
But like a refugee
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
That's how the light gets in
That's how the light gets in
(Lyrics by Leonard Cohen)
Remember each other. In grief, in sickness, in this time of such a deadly virus. Spend considerable time in quiet, in silence, in listening contemplation. Quit thinking about it and practice it. Listen, be still, be quiet, be not afraid. Cast off into your quiet drift. You might see the LORD walking on water. Be ready for the invite to walk. - j
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