Yes, the title is right.
And, no, you haven’t stumbled onto a nature page of some sort.
The title is there because, this morning, I encountered a Cecropia Moth for only the second time in my 78 years.
We’ve had record rainfall this year. As a result, everything is lush and beautiful and green. And, as a result, the maple tree in our back yard has produced an exorbitant number of “helicopter” seeds. I was out there trying to clean them up. While doing this, I nearly swept up the moth. I couldn’t really tell because of all the seeds, but it looked like the moth was just finishing up emerging from its cocoon. It was so beautiful. I was trying to find a picture of one of them to include in the post, but once again technology has gotten the best of me. (At least, I know what a dial telephone is. I read something the other day about a lady whose grandson wanted to know what the wall phone she was talking on was.)
Anyway, according to Scripture, we’re a lot like that moth, or, more correctly, the caterpillar from which it comes.
1 John 3:2 says, Beloved, now we are children of God; and it has not yet been revealed what we shall be, but we know that when He is revealed, we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is.
And Paul wrote in 1 Corinthians 15:51-54:
Behold, I tell you a mystery: we shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed – in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible has put on incorruption, and this mortal has put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written: “Death is swallowed up in victory.”
One of these days, perhaps in my lifetime, or in the lifetime of our grandchildren, or maybe not until the life of their grandchildren, the trumpet will sound and believers will all be changed.
“It has not yet been revealed what we shall be….”
One day, that caterpillar was minding its own business, chewing away on a delicious bit of green when all of a sudden, it had this urge to spin a cocoon….
I’ve read that there is a complete change of DNA in that cocoon. Nothing is left of the caterpillar as it changes into, say, a Cecropia Moth. The creature that emerges has nothing in common with the creature that spun the cocoon.
One day, perhaps you or I will be chewing on a delicious bit of green, metaphorically speaking, and the time will come. Death will knock at the door or the trumpet will sound, and we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is.
Even so, come, Lord Jesus.