Jeremiah – Once, there was a dragonfly whose wings glistened in the sun. Jon-Jon – He was a delightful array of many colors. Well, he happened to meet a very simple and bright ladybug who flew over and landed upon the verry same flower on which he perched. Elora – The two of them shared a gentle greeting and decided it would be a pleasant day to go in search of something little upon which to take a nibble… a flower… a leaf… a coffee bean… or a piece of straw. Dee – They searched and searched but they found nothing. And so, there they stood, in the midst of the Wisconsin wood, turning their wee lil ladybug and dragonfly pockets inside out. Until, lo’ and behold! There! Just ahead and over the ridge! Between two distinct blades of grass stood a sure ripe and tasty looking raspberry. It fell from a bush way up yonder. At the sight, both ladybird and dragonfly did a wee lil dance of joy. Ladybird flapped her wings and wiggled her antennae and pranced about her little feet. Dragonfly hung low to the ground and waved her wings about majestically. Oh boy! Dragonfly remarked, “A mighty healthy treat! A mighty healthy treat indeed!” Faith – They each felt the earth and the moss beneath their many wee lil feet. They could sense the magnet of the earth through the particles of the earth. Paul – At that moment, a wounded chipmunk – a chipmunk with a broken paw limped across the sand, gazing sorrowfully upon them. Confused and unsure what to do, ladybird wandered over and introduced himself to chipmunk while dragonfly remained behind, eating his piece of raspberry. Klaus Jacob – Ladybird patted him on the nose with one of his feelers, gazed deeply into his eyes and with a word, led the poor thing over to the raspberry. When chipmunk saw it, he scarfed it down greedily. Lo! Dragonbird was still perched on the thing when he tried to eat it. Much to Dragonbird’s horror, he just leapt off the thing in the nic’ of time! Desire – Dragonbird wiped himself off and shook himself off. He was covered in mammal saliva! Chipmunk gazed upon him sorrowfully. Dragonbird felt remorse in even harboring anger as it was clear of chipmunk’s confusion and sadness. Pete – What would you have it, slowly, ever so slowly, chipmunk regained his strength and a smile slowly took shape on his face. The unlikely trio rejoiced and scurried about amongst each other in a frenzy of joy. Rage – Dragonbird sighed and wiggled his antenna. “’Twas an act of God, your healing… sure was!” he announced. Ladybird retorted strongly, “You and your God story! Pshaw! Perhaps he simply needed something to eat. There is always a simpler explanation.” Dragonbird smiled and bowed lowly to Ladybird. He said, “May you receive the gift of faith. I shall be praying for you.” Babel – Ladybird was about to say, “I don’t need you to pray…” when chipmunk himself spoke up. “Now, now…” he said. “I do believe it was a miracle. No other explanation! My having a nibble couldn’t have aided my broken paw! Joshua Hope – I would like to hear more about this good God of yours, Dragonbird!” Dragonfly once again performed his beautiful dance of adoration, lowering his bum in the soil and waving his wings about majestically. He smiled and said, “Our God has a name! It is called Adwa. He is a beautiful God who causes to become all that He intends. You can become His friend. If you do, He will surely bless you.” Hank – All did a wee lil act of worship. Even Ladybird shut his eyes and prayed. Even while grimacing! Dragonbird, who saw it, smirked and whispered. “There is hope for all creatures!” Curtis – At this moment, springing up from behind a solitary daffodil, was a pygmy choir of ants. And as the heroic trio watched, this lil wee choir began to belt at the top of their lungs, “Salve Regina Bombus!” Well, chipmunk and ladybird and dragonbird stood in awe. As the ants began circling the trio, they rang tamorines made of acorn pellets and blew into trombones made of primrose flowers. Steve – The wee lil ants danced about them. What a delight it was! Until Ladybird, Dragonbird and Chipmunk rolled in the dust in shrill laughter. Indeed, ladybird needed a shove to get back on her feet! Freedom – Suddenly a somber tone overtook the ant’s melody. The primrose baritone wailed sorrowfully and their wee lil acorn tamborines ceased. In their place tore the saw grass mouth harp. The ants began to sign in deep and raspy voices, in memory of the passion and death of Adwa’s son. They sang “At the cross, her station’s keeping”. Ladybird took a glance at chipmunk who wept openly. Tina Bethany – And a peek at dragonbird whose tears flooded his eyes, falling as streams. “How gay?” Ladybird whispered to himself. “I wonder what moves them so…” As dragonbird shut his eyes and began to join the ants, he sang in a low, baritone vibrato. His voice coupled by the pulsating and eerie melody of this flower trombone, permeated the meadow. He sang in harmony with yet above the others. He sang of the death of the son of Adwa. Panic Courage – The stars began to emerge through the slowly dimming sky as the ants retained the show. And all the sudden, in a shrill cry of passion and joy, the creatures sang of the Son of Adwa’s vindication in His glorious resurrection. Hope in Sorrow – Hope in sorrow arose – a light through the darkness. Chipmunk and Dragonfly wiped their eyes and looked up into the skies. As Ladybird too was pierced through to the heart. It suddenly made sense to him and as the others rejoiced, danced and laughed, Ladybird curled his legs up into his carapace and began to whimper. The floodgate of his heart had been opened and he felt like a lil wee larva ladybug. Suddenly, he recognized his complete dependence and weakness and vulnerability. Shadow – He began to weep and moan as he reflected upon his sins. The ants, Chipmunk and Dragonbird comforted him, holding him and saying, “You are free.” George – All the same, Ladybird refused to be comforted and cried even louder. He whispered over and over, “What have I done? What have I done?” Narcis – At that moment, all the ants encircled him and began weeping with him. Chipmunk and Dragonbird held him tightly as they continued their song. Defence – The nearer they pressed, the more pain that surfaced in Ladybird. He flapped his wings as he lamented his heart. Chipmunk and Dragonbird persisted, aware of the pain he was enduring. Well – With a shudder and a tremble, Ladybird began chattering, uttering strange and untold secrets of the Kingdom. He felt such an intense love, an energy, course through his body. His jaw suddenly loosed and he began to feel many emotions at once. Jacob – He felt helpless and vulnerable. Yet filled with such power. He simply cried and allowed himself to be comforted. Daphne – And then, from behind and below this glorious daffodil tree, rose up, high up, into the air, suspended by her buzzing wings, Queen Bee. She was the very mother of the Son of Adwa. And all the ants bowed and adored the fluffball of a bumblebee. Ladybird simply gazed upward. The Queen Bee’s fluffy fur was highlighted by the sun behind her. And as she lingered in the sky, the ants all rejoicing, Queen Bee smiled at Ladybird and said, “A great grace has been given to you today. Because you have been searching for His grace upon you. This is what Adwa seeks. He seeks the hearts of His children. Saul – “Now share the love you have been given freely and passionately. Kershaw – In this moment, they all began singing again. They began singing in the melody of a real black fly kind of country song. They praised Adwa for His Son’s resurrection and eventual victory. Ladybird smiled and whispered, “Thank God”. As the ants rushed over towards a few scrap pieces of raspberry and had a feast. Fawn – Then, Dragonbird and Ladybird approached Chipmunk and began to pet and play with him until he laughed out loud. Some sicknesses are physical and others are spiritual. There is a connection between the two. Just as the Almighty Adwa healed Ladybird, spiritually and Chipmunk, physically, may He in turn, heal every one of you, too. You had just need believe. Believe that the impossible has been given a way. For when you believe, surely, it is given a way. Abracadabra. I reclaim this expression for the Almighty Church of Adwa from the witches who have robbed it. As we speak, so we become. Let our words be words of gratitude and creation.
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