We’ve all heard of parasites. We’ve seen them on plants, perhaps even on our pets, and surely we’ve all had at least a mosquito bite. But do we really think about them?
This is on my mind because of, once again, a butterfly. Or a potential butterfly anyway. Our grown-up caterpillar had spun a nice pad of silk, attached his tail to it, hung head downward, and waited. The next day, I glanced in to see his skin splitting, and was delighted to think that I was able to actually watch the change. But no! Instead of the skin shrinking up and revealing a green blob with gold trim, something else happened. A little string of mucus emerged, swinging wildly, and a tiny blob dropped from it. As I watched in disbelief, the blob began to skitter briskly around the inside of the jar. The caterpillar, so perfectly healthy the day before, was shriveled and faded–obviously dead.
Reading this, you can’t begin to comprehend the horror I felt at the sight. This was a tiny, almost invisible creature–it was completely clear except for three black dots, and so tiny that if I hadn’t seen it fall, I would never have found it. And yet, it brought back memories of a horrible movie I saw many years ago. The film was called Alien, and it involved a creature who imbedded itself into people without any outward sign, then after a time (much larger now) it burst out through their skin to find a new victim. That was exactly how this looked, though of course on a much smaller scale. It was indescribably horrific!
My point in telling all this disgusting stuff? The whole scene made me think of sin. Sin is a parasite. It lodges inside you, sometimes with immediate obvious results, but often with no observable signs at all. The parasitic wasp that indwelt our monarch couldn’t be seen. It simply grew along with the caterpillar until the crucial moment of transformation, and then, since the host was no longer useful, it killed it in order to emerge, now larger and stronger.
Might it be possible to harbor a sin in your life–perhaps only a tiny one, that no one else could see–and at the very brink of your transformation into glory, find it to be your destruction? Is your parasitic secret sin just biding its time, waiting to destroy you?
Do you hear the scary music?
Sorry to be so negative, but it’s real. And it’s worth considering.