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WITHOUT THE STRUGGLE, THERE ARE NO WINGS

Rev. John R. Simon


 

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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A favorite from Leonard Cohen

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Ring the Bells, Leonard Cohen

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)

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Class Prayers

Shhh. Take time to do nothing. Nothing. Enter into Your Quiet.

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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