From Caterpillar to Butterfly

“This is the testimony of Butterfly for the glory of Yahweh Almighty. For Yahshua (Yahweh–saved) said, Verily, verily, I say unto you. Except a man be born from above, he cannot see the Kingdom of God. Except a man be born of water and of the Spirit, he cannot enter into the Kingdom of God. For that which is born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is a spirit. Marvel not that I said unto you. You must be born again. The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear the sound of it, but cannot tell where it comes from and where it goes. So is everyone who is born of the Spirit.

Years ago, as I patrolled a private property in the state of California with another officer, I wondered in my heart how to bear witness to this black patrolman what Yahweh has done in my life. Then I began to pray in the Holy Spirit, beseeching my Redeemer to fill me with His testimony. And when I opened my mouth, the River of Living Water began to flow, and the Holy Ghost gave me utterance, saying, “Sir, can I say to you something?” And he said, “Go ahead.” Then I said to him: “I was born in the country, and my father every spring has pruned the fruit trees in our orchard. And when he saw a nest of caterpillars, he sent me to cut the branches with them and then burned them with fire. And so, he taught me how to care for our orchard and how to gather the caterpillars. For the caterpillars do nothing good but only damage the fruit trees.

And for 34 years I was also a caterpillar, nothing done good but only damaged God’s creation. For this is the nature of all caterpillars—to eat leaves of the trees, and they cannot stop eating leaves, for this is death to them. And as a caterpillar, I should be burning in fire for all my evil that I have done in my life, yet the Owner of creation has done marvelous things to me. For Yahweh of hosts has mortified my caterpillar nature and has created a new creature, called a Butterfly. And this mortification is not happening in my life overnight, but took a time of transitions called metamorphose.”

Then I asked him, “Sir, do you like caterpillars?” And he answered, “Oh no, I hate them. They are ugly creatures.” And so, I said to him, “Yes, Sir, I hate them too, and if some of the caterpillars have fallen on my clothes, I shake them off on the ground and smash them. And I think that nobody likes the caterpillars. For they are like parasites: ‘Live to eat, but not eat to live.’”

Then I asked him, “Do you have a one-dollar bill?” And he opened his wallet and showed me one dollar bill. “What color is your money, Sir?” I asked him. He said, “Green!” Then I took one dollar from his hand and began chewing it. “Can you see, ‘For the love of money is the root of all evil,’ and all caterpillars of this world are green inwardly because they live to eat this ‘Green–Leaves.’ For all caterpillars are known by eating ‘Green–Leaves,’ and no one is able to cease, and I also chewed these green dollars for 34 years. But glory to God that I am born from above by Him, and no more caterpillar but a butterfly. For a butterfly cannot chew the ‘Green–Leaves,’ for we have a new nature. And we fly from flower to flower, drinking nectar, which is the Holy Spirit, and do not harm God’s creation but pollinate the fruit tree and all flowers.”

For a while, we patrolled in silence. Then he said, “Brother, I am a Baptist, and I believe that I am a butterfly also. And if I can ask you one question. Tonight after our duty, my friends and I will have some fun with girls and will drink some beers. Should I be with them or not?” Then I said to him, “Are your friends butterflies or caterpillars?” And he said, “Oh, no. They are ugly caterpillars.” And I said to him, “Have you ever seen a butterfly fly to a caterpillar in nature, and they embrace one another and chew leaves together, Ah?” And the Baptist believer said to me, “Oh, no!”

Then I said to him, “If you are a butterfly, then what is the fellowship between the caterpillars and the butterflies, Ah?” Then he said, “You are right, you are right.” He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says. Amen.

Riddle for the wise: “Please, let me know who your friends are, and then I will tell you who you are.”