The God of it All - Clearly Butterflies

A Closer Look ....

The first spring we lived in Brazoria I was surprised to find about a dozen monarch caterpillars -- and about a dozen chrysalises-- out in our garden. I was disturbed because several of the little chrysalises were on very unstable surfaces, like the leaves of a petunia plant! I rescued 6 of them and put them in our carport, tucked safely in a box and secured the fragile leaves to a strong twig.

I also put in the box a couple of the caterpillars -- so I could watch them. I haven't seen this great demonstration of God's Power and Glory since I was in elementary school in Mr. Horton's class.

It was breathtaking -- I watched one of the caterpillars hang upside down, forming a letter "J."
The next day I found him shivering and twisting around, splitting the skin, and then all his yellow and black seemed to dissolve into a smooth greenish sheath. It looked soft and "mushy."

(I read somewhere that this is the stage often called the pupa stage because it is similar to the way an infant is wrapped in swaddling clothes -- and pupa is Latin for "doll.")

There he hung for 10-12 days. The chrysalis hardened into a beautiful jade-green case that reminded me of an elf's magic emerald lantern.

Transparency...

Then the case became transparent and I could see the orange and black wings taking shape inside. I could everything happening -- right before my eyes! I almost forgot what it looked like before -- I was seeing what it was becoming!

There were so many miracles happening at once: God silently transforming the caterpillar into a butterfly inside that little protective case --the case becoming transparent so I could observe it -- and the miracle of me, with physical eyes -- being able to witness it! And with a voice that could proclaim praises to the God of it All..

When the butterflies began to emerge they seem crumpled, damp and weak, probably completely exhausted by the struggle to get out of the tiny cage and take flight. After a few moments their wings appeared to be dry and in their proper shape; they had the strength needed to pursue their lives and they begin to fly away to their own adventures.

Some Assembly Required....

I have read that before the butterfly can fly off, its feeding tube, or proboscis, must be actually assembled. This is a hollow tube the butterfly needs to suck nectar, and when the butterfly first hatches, the two parts forming the proboscis are not yet interlocked, and so he must join those pieces together himself before he can fly off! What a marvel!

There were so many symbols there in front of me. The image of our own death and resurrection.
And how God creates a lowly, but colorful caterpillar, and then transforms it into something even more beautiful.

And also, about the chrysalis becoming transparent. I had never thought about it before -- but isn't that what happens to us....when we first come to Jesus He wraps us in a cocoon of safety and begins changing us into His image.

Then one day, as He is forming His image in us, we become transparent, and those around us don't just see us -- they begin to see the new creature we are becoming -- they begin to see Jesus in us -- and then one day He calls us up and away on His wings of love and we are changed permanently and completely.

I think it's the transparency that teaches me the most now that I am older. When Tyndale translated the New Testament in the 1530's, he used the word "clarify" in John 17, instead of "glorify". I love that idea. We can't truly "glorify" God until we are so transparent that others see God forming His Son in us.

I am told that the word "metamorphosis" is the same word used to describe the "Transfiguration of Jesus" on the mountain when He was with Peter, James and John. And that in Romans 12:2 when we are told to "not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of our minds," that "transform", is the Greek word metamorphosis.

And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory, are being transformed into His likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.
                 2 Corinthians 3:18 NIV

And all of us have had that veil removed so that we can be mirrors that brightly reflect the glory of the Lord. And as the Spirit of the Lord works within us, we become more and more like Him and reflect His glory even more.
                  2 Corinthians 3:18 NLV

Can others see it happening in us?

Modern Weapons

                                 

                                            Modern Weapons

"Let your conversation always be full of grace" (Colossians 4:6).

Always...full of grace...

I find this admonition hard (and it is a commandment to us, not a suggestion for people who just want to win friends and be popular).

Words have become weapons these days; they wound and scar, permanently disabling people.

We who love Jesus should stand apart from the world, with its mean-spirited comments on social media. (Most times I think it should be called 'hurtful media', not 'social media'. 'Social' sounds too friendly!)

According to Matthew 12, every word -- even offhanded careless ones -- are indicators of what is really in our hearts.

I need to deal with that!

"Lord, save me from the sins of my tongue and the serious flaws of character that produce them. Make my words honest (by taking away my fear), few (by taking away my self-importance), wise (by taking away my thoughtlessness), and kind (by taking away my indifference and selfish irritability and motives).

Help me speak words full of your grace...always... Words that edify, not tear down. Amen."

Blessednesses

My favorite verse today!  It's the answer for everything!

  "Blessed are those who have made the LORD their hope and confidence. They are like trees planted near a stream with roots that reach deep into the water. They are not bothered by heat or drought. Their leaves stay green and they never stop producing fruit" (Jeremiah 17:7-8).

 Perfect, right?

The first word is 'blessed.' It means 'supremely happy and fulfilled.' In Hebrew the word is actually plural -- there is no singular form. It describes a multiplicity of blessings or an intensification of them.

It is also the first word of Psalm 1, and so opens the entire Psalter. (Certainly fitting for the readers!) That verse could have been, correctly, translated, 'Oh the blessednesses of the man whose delight is in the law of the LORD, and who meditates on His law day and night.' (Psalm 1:1)

And it's in His Word, His law, that we find our 'hope and confidence.'

What are we compared to? A 'tree planted' -- purposefully, intentionally situated by the Master Gardener! We are not wild bushes that sprang up after a spring rain for a short life of painfully seeking moisture and nutrients. We have all we need to thrive and produce abundant fruit!

And that's not all. Look at Isaiah 61:3. He plants us, not as solo trees, but with others and so 'They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of His splendor!'

He has purposefully planted us where we are -- for our good and His glory! To 'display His splendor!'

Where are you planted? Look around you -- we are right where He planted us -- for our good and His glory! To display His splendor!

(Reminds me of the old phrase: 'Bloom where you are planted!')

I can't think of a better way to start the day!

US - Part 2 - King David, General Washington and Trails of Tears

If I had been your history teacher, King David's retreat would have reminded you of a story in American history, a sad story that, like King David's, eventually, after much suffering and pain, had a good ending.


This story from American history is about George Washington. And it is not a fairy tale. It is real life, at its best and worst.

(When you think about it, the Bible's message of God's enduring love and mercy is the only true 'fairy tale' there is -- why? because we can all live happily ever after!)

For over 200 years historians and scholars have picked over George Washington's whole life. They try to explain why he was so loved -- why his memory has been so cherished by Americans and people all over the world -- why his men stood and fought with him against impossible odds -- how he could give his men the vision to see his dream -- how he could last through all the opposition he faced -- what actually made the man who he was. (And how he rode on his distinctive white horse in that colorful uniform in the middle of battle and was never shot -- bullet holes in his hat, his sleeves, his saddle, but he was never even injured!)

Secular humanists have a three-pronged attack aimed at (1) religious faith,(2) the Constitution, and (3) the lives of our Founding Fathers.

They have put maximum effort into "downsizing" our Founding Fathers, especially George Washington, but as long as people truly study the history of this country, reading original sources and searching out for themselves the truth of our heritage, George Washington just keeps growing bigger!

Their failure to understand the person and significance of George Washington is because they try to reject the spiritual foundation of his life. They would even reject that sentence because they consider spiritual issues to be trivial anyway!

Washington's faith, like many of us today, penetrates every area of his life. It was his worldview! Everything in his life was seen and interpreted through his eyes of faith. It was not a slice of the pie. It was the whole pie!

He believed that God, in His sovereignty, had destined the separation of the colonies from Britain, and the formation of the new country. So he could never give up, no matter what challenges faced him.

When a historian tries to remove Washington's faith in God's sovereignty and his reliance on the work of Jesus Christ in the affairs of men -- they are left with a great mystery. They cannot explain the man.

George Washington can't be understood except by understanding his great faith in God and his confidence that God had brought the American colonies to that place in history so that His kingdom could be advanced, and that it is all for God's honor and glory.

Washington's life cannot be understood in any other way.

And neither can King David's. It is easy for us to interpret King David's life because we have his own writings, and the archives of Hebrew history to rely on.

We have detailed records of his faith in God. Even while retreating, King David could say confidently:

On my bed I remember you; I think of you through the watches of the night.
Because You are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings.
My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me.

(Psalm 63)

The same feeling is echoed in so many of the Psalms.


King David's ordeal happened around 1000 BC. When we fast forward about 2700 years -- specifically 1776, in the fall, we come to George Washington, also retreating in his own land, in the most critical year of this country's history.

Just as we have much information on King David's faith, much from his own hand, we also have quite a bit from George Washington to help us understand how his worldview directed his life. Things he himself said, not what later students of history wrote about him.

I know this is going to be long.

I thought about shortening it, and, actually, I did, or started to.
But then I realized that so much of the problems facing our nation today are the result of neglecting, ignoring, "shortening" (reducing) the teaching of our nation's founding.

If you are not deeply emotional when you read about our nation's beginning, it's because you were never taught it as it really happened. 

I must sound arrogant. I am certainly angry. Our population today has been short-changed. They have been cheated. Cheated of heroes, of greatness, of moral clarity. Of the possibility of authentic courage and selfless motives.

I remember teachers warning us in school about not making judgments because there were so many "gray areas." As I have grown older I see that that was all wrong. There are not many gray areas at all. Most of life is profoundly simple -- black or white. Good or evil. Right or wrong. Choices we make every day.

It's not the knowing of what is right that is hard; it is the doing of right that is hard. They didn't talk about that much in school when I was growing up. And I think it is much the same way today --

We don't care about heroes much these days. Instead we concentrate on celebrities.
We don't care much about character. Instead we promote personality. Cynical comments always get a laugh. Honest appraisals are mostly ignored.

George Washington would probably never win a personality contest. He had no nickname -- no "Ike," or "JFK," or "Silent Cal." Everyone called him General Washington, or President Washington, or Mr. Washington.

He rarely smiled, we are told. He rarely showed any emotion. On the few occasions we know of when he displayed anger, he quickly asked forgiveness and made his enemies his friends.



Think of the time line:
May, 1776. The Continental Congress authorizes each of the 13 colonies to form local governments.

June 7, 1776. Richard Henry Lee, of Virginia, presents a formal resolution calling for America to declare its independence from Britain. A committee, led by Thomas Jefferson, is appointed to prepare a draft of the document.

June-July, 1776. The massive British war fleet arrives in New York Harbor. 30 battleships, 1200 cannon, 30,000 soldiers, 10,000 sailors, and 300 supply ships, all under the command of General William Howe and his brother Admiral Lord Richard Howe.

The Declaration of Independence is accepted by Congress on July 4 and signed on August 2, when most of the 55 members of Congress placed their names on the parchment copy.

NOTE: A few weeks ago I witnessed a US Congressman being interviewed by journalists.
He trivialized our Declaration of Independence, saying it wasn't really that important. I wonder -- has he ever read it? That document changed world history. And the penalty for signing it was, because it was tyranny against the King, harsh to say the least.

The crime of treason was punished by dragging the accused by a rope to the gallows.
Then hanging him until almost dead, then taking a sword and ripping his intestines out, burning them in front of him (the executioners were encouraged to move quickly so they could accomplish all this before the victim died), then chopping off his head, and then "quartering him," sending the parts of the body throughout the land.

When John Hancock placed his large signature on the Declaration of Independence, he had counted the cost! as had all the others.

Throughout the first years of the war, the British made generous offers of amnesty to all Americans who would lay down their arms (surrender) and also denounce the Declaration of Independence. These offers were distributed throughout the colonies.
They must have been very tempting, and many Americans did lay down their arms.

August 27-29, 1776. Battle of Long Island. General Howe's 15,000 men severely defeated Washington's 7,000. The colonials retreated to Brooklyn Heights, facing capture and total surrender. They were trapped. Then a miracle happened. Under the cover of rain and a "providential fog" (completely unexpected and unusual for that locale) Washington's remaining troops were ferried across to Manhattan.

During the course of the war, in the years 1776 to 1781, Washington's reports to Congress and to his men cited 67 times that their escape, or their success, was the result of the hand of God. That's about once a month!

We have the record of certain British statesmen and members of Parliament in London, who, when informed of the progress of the War and General Washington's numerous escapes, told George III that it appeared God was on the side of the colonials, not Britain.

Now the colonial army was on the run. In ten weeks Washington has lost Long Island, New York City and Westchester.

To the British it was a glorious adventure, a joyful lark!

Next the colonial rebels lost more ground at the Battle of White Plains.

Another retreat westward. The Americans had held on to a small fort in Manhattan where arms were stored. It fell in October. And the British captured the vital stores of 100 cannon, thousands of muskets and cartridges.

Then the Americans lose Fort Lee in New Jersey to the English General Cornwallis. Washington had lost 3000 troops in these two battles. General Washington abandoned all of New York and moves his forces further westward toward the Delaware River.
Cornwallis pursues him, calling him "that fox" and using hunting horns to intimidate and ridicule the colonial army.

Nathan Hale was caught and executed without a trial. (The British didn't do the other stuff, though.) His last words, "I only regret that I have but one life to give for my country."

In November and December of 1776 Washington is pushing his men west toward the Delaware River, with Cornwallis right behind. The weather is the worst people can remember. Deep snow, piling up in drifts, wind blowing icy fingers into the men's faces.

They have no uniforms, not even adequate clothing. At least 1000 are without shoes.
Some have taken the hides of slaughtered cattle and tried to make shoes for their bloody, swollen feet, but these didn't hold up very long. Few coats, few blankets, very little food. But they still managed to fell some trees as they went along to hinder the progress of the British army racing behind them.

The British army had colorful uniforms, with bright red coats and provisions on their backs -- including blankets, eating utensils, water and extra boots. The infantry British soldier carried at least 125 pounds of supplies on his back!


The poor ragtag army of George Washington had nothing on their backs! Journals of those men tell us that General Washington often had tears in his eyes as he watched the men file past. He knew they had very little to eat and certainly no hope of blankets that night.

The journals also tell us that as they walked through the blinding blizzard, pointing their faces toward the ground to avoid the piercing blasts of snow, they could not see where they were going. They simply followed the bloody footprints ahead of them -- the only thing visible to them.


(Actually, when you think about it, the colonial infantryman with no shoes and little clothing could probably outrun a fully clothed, well-fed, Britisher who was carrying 125 pounds on his back. So I guess sometimes having very little to carry on the retreat can be an advantage!)

On his white horse, Washington often rode at the back of the line of soldiers. When one started to falter he would crack his whip and say "Hurry, men! They are right behind us! Hurry!"

Later one of the Delaware Regiment, who often brought up the rear, said that the thing that kept them going on that cruel march was the fact that Washington was there. And they knew he would not leave them, so they couldn't stop because they couldn't allow their Commander-in-Chief to be captured. So they had to keep moving!

(P.S. My great, great, great [6 "greats" I believe,] was one of those Delaware soldiers - His name was John Parker.)









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King David, General Washington, and Trails of Tears - Part 1

There are uniquely sad moments in everyone's life, but King David was dealt a particularly devastating blow when his son, Absalom, led a revolt against him.

We read about it in 2 Samuel 15. Absalom was in Hebron (where David himself had first been crowned) and was recruiting his own group of followers to lead a rebellion against his father.

A messenger (spy?) reported to David, The hearts of the men of Israel are with Absalom.

Apparently David didn't need to verify this. He knew immediately that the messenger was telling the truth. Then David said to all of his officials who were with him in Jerusalem, 'Come! We must flee, or none of us will escape from Absalom. We must leave immediately, or he will move quickly to overtake us and bring ruin upon us and put the city to the sword.'


None of us will Escape...


None of us will escape... None of us? Not even David would be spared? Would Absalom's obsession with being King of Israel lead him to kill his own father? Looks like David thought so. He knew Absalom and was afraid for his own life, as well as the others in his court, and even for the residents in Jerusalem.

And so the king's officials told him Your servants are ready to do whatever our lord the king chooses.


And King David fled the city with his household and faithful followers. At one point, David halted and let his army march past. That army included 600 Gittites (people from Gath, where Goliath was from, and where Obed-Edom had lived). Ittai, the Gittite leader, told David, As surely as the LORD lives, and as my lord the king lives, wherever my lord the king may be, whether it means life or death, there will your servant be.


As David stood there with his household and watched his men march past, he must have felt some measure of comfort, or at least companionship, as he considered what lay ahead, and perhaps some measure of guilt for what was happening.

The Trail of Tears...


The whole countryside wept aloud as all the people passed by. The King also crossed the Kidron Valley (really a ravine with a wet-weather stream called the Kidron Brook. Jesus crossed this ravine also when He went to the olive grove where He was arrested) and all the people moved on toward the desert. 2 Samuel 15:23

Zadok, the high priest, and other Levites were bringing the Ark of the Covenant with them in their exile. Was David afraid Absalom would destroy the Ark? We can't know for certain, but likely Zadok, who was entrusted with the safety of the Ark, wanted to go with David, and couldn't leave it behind!

As all the people were leaving the city fleeing from Absalom's men, Abiathar offered sacrifices until all the people had finished leaving the city.


Where should the Ark of the Covenant be?

King David knew the Ark belonged back in the tabernacle. He said to Zadok Take the ark of God back into the city. If I find favor in the LORD's eyes, He will bring me back and let me see it and His dwelling place again. But if He says, 'I am not pleased with you,' then I am ready; let Him do to me whatever seems good to Him.'

But David continued up the Mount of Olives, weeping as he went; his head was covered and he was barefoot. All the people with him covered their heads too and were weeping as they went up.

It was truly a Trail of Tears.

Retreating in your own land....

We've all read about armies in retreat and seen movies of those despairing lines of wretched people on the run, bringing their household goods on small wobbly carts and wearing as many clothes as they could layer on, followed by crying children and maybe a few small farm animals. The people usually have a haunted, hopeless look. Pilgrims. Homeless people trying to find shelter and safety.

And retreating armies carrying their wounded, trying to outrun the enemy. Trying to keep ahead. Too weary to run and too afraid to stop.

But even sadder is to imagine soldiers retreating in their own country. Like the Russian army retreating in World War II. Retreating from the advancing Germans, passing villages and farms of shocked people, their friends and family who were counting on them to keep the enemy away. And they had failed.

Imagine how it would be if you were there, watching your own army, men and boys you knew, retreating right past your home, with the enemy right behind them, chasing them. Everything the people (usually the elderly, women and children, since the strong men were already dead or part of the retreating army) had counted on to protect them had evaporated before their eyes and they were left to face whatever horrors the enemy had in store for them.

And imagine how those men themselves must have felt.

So David was fleeing, in front of his countrymen, people who had entrusted him with their lives. It was too dangerous to stay behind and so all those who were able went with David as he fled toward the desert.

David wrote about it later. Psalm 63. O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water.

I have seen you in the sanctuary and beheld your power and your glory....
On my bed I remember you; I think of you through the watches of the night.
Because you are my help, I will sing in the shadow of your wings.
My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me.

The forward to the Psalm tells us it was from David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah.

We know of two times David was in the wilderness: once when he was running from the jealousy and wrath of King Saul, and the other time was when he was fleeing from his own son. We can date it to the time he is running from Absalom, because in verse 11 he calls himself "the king." David often referred to himself in the third person in the psalms. (And when he was fleeing from King Saul, he was not the king.)

This Psalm is a well-known one. Most of us know parts of it by memory. And in it we can hear his voice of pain and also his voice of trust in God. (Another kind of sacred counterpoint?)

Continued in Part 2.