|Mar 31, 2017||Hospitable|
|Mar 30, 2017||A Blessing for All|
|Mar 29, 2017||Lazily Efficient|
|Mar 27, 2017||Reverend Howard Oliver Hough, 1926|
|Mar 26, 2017||Tell Somebody|
|Mar 25, 2017||Tree of Great Peace|
|Mar 24, 2017||Where was God?|
|Mar 23, 2017||Faith Fits|
|Mar 22, 2017||Mystery Mechanics|
|Mar 21, 2017||In Antakya|
|Mar 20, 2017||A Pleasant Illusion|
|Mar 19, 2017||Blessings from Curses|
|Mar 18, 2017||Green Eggs|
|Mar 17, 2017||Wint'a in DC, Summ'a in Montpeli'a|
|Mar 15, 2017||Dear Universe|
|Mar 14, 2017||Knocking on Heaven's Door|
|Mar 13, 2017||Durable Engine, Worn Out Body|
|Mar 12, 2017||Hot Stuff|
|Mar 11, 2017||Pavers|
|Mar 10, 2017||Breath of Life|
|Mar 9, 2017||Thwarts and All|
|Mar 8, 2017||Blackberry Pie|
|Mar 7, 2017||Intentional Misdirection|
|Mar 6, 2017||Inside Outside|
|Mar 5, 2017||Untangled|
|Mar 4, 2017||Hope Adorns Our Way|
|Mar 3, 2017||Words|
|Mar 2, 2017||A Visit to Heaven and Hell|
|Mar 1, 2017||Jesus Wisdom Teacher|
Date: March 05, 2017
On the morning of a strong nor’easterly breeze, I spied a fluttering, struggling flash of orange in the brush. The top tip of her butterfly wing was entangled in a splintered slender stalk of dry grass. I do not know how long she had been there or how she got caught. Fight as she might, she was stuck. Maybe she was trying to tear herself free. I untangled her — mangling her wing tip in the process. She rested, and then lifted up higher than the treetops, catching that nor’easterly and flying faster and straighter than I believed butterflies could.
We get entangled — entangled in what we own, by our responsibilities, by choices we made, by choices we didn’t make. Some entanglements are pleasurable, some feel safe, some are stressful, and some feel like a trap. Maybe we might want to soar free on the winds of life, unencumbered, but getting untangled might mean mangling a part of our lives that leaves others or us wounded.
My grandmother used to say, “Better the devil you know, than the devil you don’t know.” She meant it’s better to stay put with your problems than to fly off into problems you can’t predict. I don’t know if she was right about that, but that butterfly was tearing her own wing to get free.
Let’s Pray: Dear God, what do we do? Do we stay with the pain we know, or risk the pain we don’t know? Whatever it is that makes us feel like we are caught, we ask that either You set us free or help us be content where we are. Amen.
Here’s a Thought: Better not to know any devils.