When I was a little lad, my mother and I were out walking in the garden one day, and suddenly she stopped and exclaimed, "Oh, there's a cocoon!" Now the word cocoon was not a part of my vocabulary, and besides, all that I saw was an odd-shaped lump on the limb of a tree. I was puzzled by her excitement, and wanted to know what was so great about that lump So she proceeded to try to explain about the origin of a cocoon. She related how a little wooly worm or caterpillar with a lot of feet crawled around on bushes and trees eating leaves. It grew bigger and bigger, and finally it got tired and needed to rest. It built itself a cozy nest out of silk, and curled up for a long nap Then, one day it would wake up and stretch and open up its cozy cocoon and come out into the bright sunlight, but now it was a new creature with beautiful wings by which it could fly far above the ground on which it had formerly crawled. The wooly worm had been transformed into a gorgeous butterfly.
This marvelous transformation from a worm to a butterfly is a mystery to science, for it cannot be explained by a process of evolution, but only by the design of the master Creator. A lowly worm, which lives in the two-dimensional world of the surface upon which it crawls, cannot envision the greater three-dimensional world about it. It would only be conscious of the presence of a three-dimensional being such as yourself if you reached down and touched it. Then it is transformed by some mysterious process into a three-dimensional creature which is loosed from the confines of its little world on the tree branch to fly free in space.
How similar we are as humans to that wooly worm. We are confined in time by a three-dimensional world in which we can travel freely in space along a surface, up or down, and even into space completely oblivious of another fourth-dimensional world about us, occupied by superior fourth-dimensional beings; we must appear as worms to them (Job 25:6). These fourth-dimensional beings, called angels, have the ability to defy the constraints of time, the fourth dimension. We only are aware of their existence when they reach down and touch our lives, and they can perform seemingly impossible works which we call miracles.
Just like the worm, we have an allotted time in which to fulfill our functions according to the Creator's plan, and then it comes time for us to rest. We build our cocoons of wood and metal and are placed by loving hands in a grave or tomb until the appointed time. If we have accepted Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior, when the trumpet of the archangel sounds, we shall come forth from the confines of our cocoon with a beautiful fourth-dimensional body to roam the timeless reaches of space forever. Are you ready for the glorious experience of "the metamorphic transformation"?
