Yesterday, I wrote about the transformation of a caterpillar to a butterfly, and how that process in Nature is a metaphor for the reality of spiritual regeneration, in the life of those who receive Christ and, thus, they are "born again": they become a "new creature" in Christ.
I alluded to the cocoon as being a kind of death-chamber for the caterpillar. Indeed, it is. This morning, I saw repentance in a new light, which I need to go back and relate that to the caterpillar and its cocoon.
If you think that the above image, showing several slaughtered sheep hanging over a pool of their own blood, is offensive; what would you think if I could somehow include the awful stench of that place where mass killing of animals routinely occurs, with this image? I have never visited a real slaughterhouse. But I imagine it would be an unforgettable, stomach-turning experience.
Under the economy and the Covenant of the Old Testament, the Temple in Jerusalem was a large-scale slaughterhouse, and the priests--in their lily-white garments, were full-time butchers.
