A butterfly cannot fly until its body has been warmed to a certain temperature. On a cold day one may see a butterfly in the garden, resting with its wings spread, waiting for the mist to burn away and the sun to warm its wings so it may fly.

So too may we be living, but stillborn of spirit. Like butterflies we may be outwardly beautiful, but we are not moved to action until our souls have been penetrated by the rays of the Holy Spirit. We need the Light to warm us before we can fly.