I will openly admit that during my high school days that there were certain subjects that just did not hold my interest. Art certainly was not my thing. I can remember my Art teacher telling me I was a nice student who unfortunately had no artistic ability what so ever. I could not argue with her about my lack of artistic ability. I stunk when it came to art.
Truth be told, the other subject area that just didn’t do it for me was science. Be it biology, chemistry or physics, I found all three to be of little to no interest. But as was the case with all of us, you had to take those subjects and at the very least try to survive them.
I can recall, painfully I must say, lessons being taught by our science teacher about nature. One day my teacher was instructing us on something called metamorphosis. For some reason that portion of our science class did catch my attention. The illustration that my teacher used was about a caterpillar.
I remember we watched a short film on caterpillars. I would imagine that each of us is familiar with the process and journey of the caterpillar. In watching the film that day what always stuck with me was not just the process or the journey, but as well the very beginning. The caterpillar at first glance is not very attractive. I would venture to say that in the eyes of most of us we would not be inclined to give it a second glance, or for that matter a second thought. But what we see at the beginning is in fact only the beginning. It is not the summation of its life. It is a portion of its life. During the journey, there will be struggles, there will be times when it would seem that it would never reach its intended goal or achieve its true purpose. But as we know at the end of its journey this caterpillar which started out not being appealing to many became something beautiful at its end. It became a butterfly. It has been said that the journey of a caterpillar goes from being unseemly to a sight to behold.
Of the many things that I have learned throughout my life’s journey what remains a constant is the reality of revelation. Revelation in our lives will come in many different forms and at different times.
Each and every one of us along the road of life will go through a journey of metamorphosis. As Christians we do I would opine, start out in stages that are not necessarily attractive to the eye. To some it would seem that we at first glance are repulsive and would seem to have little to any hope of ever getting better. Those around us perhaps see us at one stage and may come to believe that what they see and or experience via interactions with us is all that we will ever be.
But through the difficulty of the journey when it might appear that to some we are at our stage of completion, I am thankful for the fact that while some will see us as we are, God sees us as who we are to be.
Each minute of every day, as Christians we are molded and shaped into who He calls us to be. As surely as we are clay He indeed is the potter. This transformation during times will see us almost to the point of breaking down into innumerable pieces; but during that time that is when God is at work, bringing us forth to a point of a beauty that is pure and priceless in his eyes. Yes the world may not be able to see us as that beautiful butterfly, but in God’s eyes we are precious, unique and surely the apple of his eye.
As the potter shapes us his clay, he does so with a renewal of our mind and soul, imploring us to not be conformed to this world but by the process of his metamorphosis to show whose we are and who we are a reflection of. For over time through that blessed process of metamorphosis we will indeed come forth as pure gold.
To God be the Glory
Alan T. Black