Sentinels For Christ :: The Dragonfly People

The Dragonfly People

Posted by jimgrier on October 19, 2018

A few years ago, on a bright beautiful sunny day, I was putzing around in my front yard when I was suddenly distracted by a strange vibration coming from behind. Turning around, I followed a deep pulsing sound to the base of a tree in our front yard, only to spy a curious sight:  It was a dragonfly, face down in the grass, with the length of its body curled over onto its back, giving it the resemblance of a scorpion’s tail. Clearly this creature was in distress. It looked to be writhing in pain.

Inching ever closer, I was drawn in by its beauty. I had never seen anything like this before:  a vibrant ice blue dragonfly with black and brown markings. I stared at it for a while, but once I had gotten my fill of gawking at this tormented creature, I stood up to walk away, fully intending to quickly dismiss this disturbing sight. All of a sudden, the Holy Spirit said, “Help it.”

But it’s a buuuuuuuuuuuuuug!” I said, totally grossed out. But the urgency in my spirit to respond with aid to this helpless creature was unavoidable. With resignation, I cried, “Oh good grief! Let me get my medical gloves on then! Eeeeeeeeeeewwww!”

I dashed into the house to grab my gloves in complete disbelief that I was actually poised to rescue an INSECT! Next, I found myself on my knees, bent over assessing the situation.

“Was it caught in a web??” I wondered, with my face scrunched from squinting. But there was no evidence of a snaring web. “Perhaps if I take it by the end of its tail and straighten it out, then it will be in a position to fly free.” With trepidation, I took the dragonfly by the tail to do just that, but to no avail. Unconvinced, I repeated the process several times, and each time with no success.

“Perhaps if I relocate the creature onto a table. Then I’ll be able to gain a clearer perspective to help.” Again, taking the creature by the tail, I lifted it up from the confines of the tall grassy blades, onto a clear glass patio table top, shaded by a garden umbrella. Totally creeped out by the serpentine writhing between my fingers, I carefully laid the insect out to reflect a “normal dragonfly position”. But even then, it continued to lurch forward, face down, coiling its tail in a dramatic display of dysfunction. At a loss as what to do, I committed myself to the failed process. I thought to myself, “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again… regardless of whether it works or not.” After several more failed attempts, I thought, “I can’t help.”

Suddenly there sparked a quiet thought in my spirit, “Pray for it.”

“Oh my gosh! Why didn’t I think of that?!! What a great idea!” With renewed vigor, I grabbed its tail once again, straightened it out, and confidently prayed, “In the name of Jesus, be healed!”

Lo and behold, that dragonfly immediately took flight! I can only imagine the astonished look on my face when the dragonfly lifted off like a tiny little helicopter instead of darting off out of sight. It slowly circled back, stopped mid-air and hovered, as if to look at me with reposed gratitude, and then casually flew over the house top.

Then the Holy Spirit said, “The people that we would treat like insects, I see as ‘beautiful’.”

In pondering the events of that day, I began to realize that some people are too easily dismissed as pests. It’s the timeless story of “us and them”: the shameless adulteress; the hopeless addict; the crazy aunt that everyone avoids in conversation over the holiday dinner table. These are the people that we tend to be overwhelmed with, blind and deaf to, swatting with careless words, facial expressions, and actions, potentially crushing under foot without a second thought.

I believe “the dragonfly people” are referred to in Isa 42:22 as the “people robbed and plundered… snared in holes hidden in prison houses… prey…” with “no one (to deliver…)” (they are) for “plunder, and no one says, ‘Restore!’”  I believe the LORD is revealing His heart’s response to the injustices: a heartbeat of deliverance and restoration. It’s the ministry of reconciliation, initiated before the foundation of the world (Rev 13:8), the flawless plan of God:  Jesus crucified, the divine vehicle through which we are all restored back to our original design and relationship with the Father. This alone is our power!

In reading the story recounted in Genesis 16 of Abraham, Sarai, and Hagar, one must ask:  Did Hagar ask for these circumstances to be thrust upon her? Did Hagar ask to be Abraham and Sarai’s domestic servant? Did she ask to be used as a surrogate? Did she ask to be rejected and unwanted? Hagar finds herself victimized, fleeing her home, pregnant, weeping in the desert, carrying the memories of being used, abused, despised, and even cursed by Sarai’s words, “My wrong be upon you!”

What is our LORD’s response? He interrupts her despairing journey by taking a personal interest in her and asks, “Where have you come from, and where are you going?

“I am running away.” (Paraphrased Genesis 16:8). The LORD listens to her story.

And then our LORD’s response? He takes a homeless woman and restores her to her home and then blesses her. And in the naming of her son, Ishmael, the LORD speaks again saying, “I hear you”. (Ishmael, meaning, “God hears”).  So now we have Hagar, meaning, “the one who runs and hides” (paraphrased), encountering God, the “One who hears”. Her encounter was so transforming that she cried, “You are the God who sees (me)”. God brought justice where there was injustice, but also, in that very moment, He validated and affirmed.

Beautiful people in this world are needing to be affirmed and validated every day, but especially those who have been victimized in some way. And as the body of Christ, with have the honor and privilege of partnering with the LORD in the ministry of reconciliation as Jesus’ hands and feet. We are called to carry God’s heart to the broken, a heart beating with the deep pulsingsound of Isa 42: “Deliver! Deliver! Restore! Restore!”  It was in my front yard, the LORD revealed to me that with all my efforts through human reasoning, as well-meaning as they were, weren’t enough. It was the “bending down low”, pushing through personal discomfort to make contact in a moment of distress, and then praying the “prayer of faith” in response to Jesus’ invitation that delivered the dragonfly from certain death.

The ministry of reconciliation is every believer’s ministry, and how it is administered is of critical importance to the LORD. This is especially true for the profoundly wounded, who are hyper-reactive in their responses to life. The LORD’s response is found in Isa 42:1-8 “Behold! My Servant… I have put My Spirit upon Him. He will bring forth justice… He will not cry out nor raise His voice… A bruised reed He will not break and the smoking flax He will not quench Thus says God, the LORD, Who created the heavens and the earth… I, the LORD, have called You in righteousness, and will hold Your hand; I will keep You and give you as a covenant to the people, as a light to the Gentiles, to open blind eyes, to bring out prisoners from the prison, those who sit in darkness from the prison house. I am the LORD, that is My name, and My glory I will not give to another…”

This is what I heard the LORD say to me: “Behold! My servant, My body… They host My Presence… They are my ambassadors, bringing justice to injustice. They will not shout or yell, nor discard or treat without value; They will not extinguish a flicker of hope… I have called you “guiltless”, now take My hand and I will lead you in My way, giving you as a promise and a light to those in darkness… opening their blind eyes, liberating them from the darkness of their prison. I am the LORD, that is My name, and I will not share my glory with man’s remedies.”

The LORD asks this question:  “Who among you will give ear to this? Who will listen and hear for the time to come? (Isa 42:23)”  …The LORD is speaking. The time is now. How will we answer? Let us carry His Presence in truth and love, affirming and validating, righting wrongs in word and deed. With all our hearts, lets cry as one body, “Here am I LORD, send me! Now! Let the captives be released!”

Christie Hitchcock City On The Hill Church, Boulder, CO

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