Monday, April 25, 2022
If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable.
My friend and fellow-pastor, Charles, lost a dear friend
some time ago, when she lost a struggle with incurable tumors. Charles had become caregiver and counsellor
to both Michelle and her parents. It was
an exhaustive battle that lasted more than a year. You become weary driving hundreds of miles a
week between Linwood and Durham. With the
doctors, Pastor Charles, and Michelle, a vibrant follower of Jesus Christ,
waged a battle for her life. Often it
was only the bond of Christ that offered any hope or solace for what was coming.
On one of the greens, Charles was preparing to putt, and 7 butterflies gathered around his feet and the golf ball. He looked at his friend, Rick, and said: It’s Michelle saying it’s ok. The grief had been building for more than a year, as Charles was anticipating the loss of a treasured friend. Suddenly it was released by the serendipitous gathering of butterflies.
So…was it Michelle?
There is a long human-family fascination with the beauty
and presence of souls departed, and butterflies, which stretch across virtually
all cultures and epochs of mankind’s search for meaning. The Greek, Roman, Egyptian, and even Native American
stories include religious accounts and beliefs of transformation, soul rebirth,
resurrection, hope, and beauty personified in the winged harbingers of comfort
we call butterflies:
The Blackfeet tribe
believe butterflies are a conduit for peaceful dreams, and individuals use
visual representations of butterflies to have a restful sleep.
The Aztecs believed
the butterfly was a symbolic representation of the soul of the dead similar to
other civilizations, but they also believed them to be symbols of resurrection
and transformation.
Native American
traditions are still followed to this day as every year, monarch butterflies
migrate to Mexico around the Day of the Dead. The lore associates the
butterflies with the returning souls of deceased ancestors and allows families
to honor the souls and memory of their loved ones. [1]
Not everyone has an experience like my friend Charles
and Rick shared that day with the butterflies on a North Carolina golf
course. But the comfort of a moment to
release the weight of a year’s anticipatory grief, in the face of such loss,
tells us it was certainly God at that moment caring for one of His own.
For You Today
If you’ve struggled with grief a little too
long, I’m not recommending golf (it has its own struggle and brand of
frustration). I do commend, however,
remembering we were never meant to live in these bodies forever.
The worm, within its chrysalis stage of struggle
and change, reminds us of transformation, where everything beautiful and ugly (or
painful) in this life is made holy and eternal by the God who is behind, above,
below, and alongside every sufferer.
[1] Title image: Pixabay.com Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©
[1] This and following historical lore: Symbolism of the Butterfly
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