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beauty, butterfly, church, disruption, future, God, journey, justice, Little Rock Central High School, old, success
Our second day of travels landed us in Little Rock, Arkansas. We had mostly planned to get here and head straight to the hotel, but traffic was forgiving, and gave us a little extra time. So, we hopped over to the Little Rock Central High School National Park Site. As a refresher, in 1957, Central High became the epicenter of confrontation and the catalyst for change in enforcing the decision of Brown v. Board to integrate schools. Three years after the Supreme Court decision, the “Little Rock Nine,” were denied entrance to the school, and President Dwight D. Eisenhour had to federalize the Arkansas National Guard to safely enable the Little Rock Nine to successfully attend school.
As I was looking at the photos at the National Park, I noticed a butterfly flitted past me and landed right next to a picture of those National Guardsmen protecting those students. I was reminded of how even in the darkest times, one can find beauty. I do not know the stories of those men who protected those students. Maybe they did it because they were obligated to help by order of the President. Maybe they did it because they felt a desire to right an injustice. Maybe they had feelings that changed before, during, and after the event. What I do know is those from Little Rock during that time were transformed in that event. And like that butterfly, their transformation flitted on throughout the country as we made our way toward justice – as we continue to make our way toward justice.
In the Commemorative Garden at the site, there is an inscription about the school. It reads that Central High School, “…has survived, indeed not just survived but succeeded beyond anyone’s belief, becoming once again Arkansas’ premier high school.” The inscription goes on to say, “It has achieved this not by returning to its old form merely showing its pretty face, but by modeling the diversity and pluralism that caused the original storm of protest.”
Post-pandemic, and indeed, in the modern era of Church, I think many are hoping to simply return to our old form, merely showing the Church’s pretty face. But the massive disruption of the pandemic has convinced me that this is our opportunity not to become simply familiar again, but to become something excellent because of our evolution into the goodness God created us to be. I wonder what new goodness God has invited you into in this post-pandemic season? Where are butterflies beckoning your attention to see beauty not in what once was, but what is now, and in what can be? I can’t wait to hear how you are seeing butterflies in your journey!
Seeking and Serving 