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Swallowtail Summer

"There is no greater discovery than seeing God as the author of your destiny."

— Ravi Zacharias



We have no better reminder of miracles than the metamorphosis of the lowly caterpillar into the sublimely beautiful swallowtail.  But other reminders of miracles in our midst were on my mind all through the month of April as I gave my thoughts to the Resurrection story and the events that followed in the Biblical narrative.  One story that stands out is that first Easter night in Jerusalem when the lost and leaderless disciples were reunited with their Master. “When the doors were shut….came Jesus and stood in their midst.” (John 20:19; cf. Luke 24:36)  There is in physics a phenomenon known as Hilbert or hyper space.  Jesus’ post resurrection appearances proved that He was travelling in multi dimensions.  His ability to move in, out, and through physical barriers of three dimensions highlighted the miraculous nature of His being.  Alas, He informed His disciples that they (and we) shall be like Him. (I John 3:2) Jude, the brother of the Lord Jesus, closes his letter to believers with the most sublime doxology in literature:

“Now to Him who is able to keep you from stumbling, And to present you faultless before the presence of His glory with exceeding joy, To God our Savior, Who alone is wise, Be glory and majesty, Dominion and power, Both now and forever. Amen.


In World War II, a little French town had a statue of Jesus in their town square. When the bombing came, the statue was damaged and pieces were broken off. They stored the pieces, and after the war, they began to rebuild the statue. It had cracks now, but they appreciated it even more. But to their dismay, the only pieces they couldn’t find were the hands of Jesus. That troubled them because the hands had the nail prints and that was significant to them. They thought they would have to take the statue down, until one person placed a gold plaque at the bottom of the statue that read, “He has no hands but ours.” 

       Ray Pritchard, The Day Before the End of the World.




If we are children of God, we have tremendous treasure in nature and will realize that it is holy and sacred.  We will see God reaching out to us in every wind that blows, every sunrise and sunset, every cloud in the sky, every flower that blooms, and every leaf that fades.   If we will only begin to use our blinded thinking to visualize it….The power of visualization is what God gives a saint so that he can go beyond himself and be firmly placed into relationships he never before experienced.   (Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest.)

I think the reason we sometimes have the false sense that God is so far away is because that is where we have put Him. We have kept Him at a distance, and then when we are in need and call on Him in prayer, we wonder where He is. He is exactly where we left Him."  Ravi Zacharias (Has Christianity Failed You?)