The Butterfly and the Stone

By Dan Mayhew

For anyone who has loved a prodigal child, here is a voice in the night that says you are not alone. 'The Butterfly and the Stone' is a story of fear and hope on a journey that leads from the safety of home to Iraq, and home again to face a fiercer enemy: post-traumatic stress and addiction. Yet, along the way is God's love...found in a most unexpected place.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dan Mayhew
• Release date: Apr 9, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458107732

Dan Mayhew

Dan Mayhew is a former high school teacher. He holds a degree in communication and theater from Portland State University, and a MAT from Lewis and Clark College. After several years as a teacher, he served as associate pastor of a congregation of about 1200 in Portland, Oregon.In 1990, Dan began a community of home-based churches called The Summit Fellowships (www.summithome.org) where he serves as a church planter, teacher and encourager. In addition, he assists International Renewal Ministries by facilitating Pastor’s Prayer Summits throughout the Northwest and across the country in an effort to bring pastors of all denominations and traditions together for prayer.Dan has facilitated workshops related to house churches, and is requested as a speaker. He encourages Christians to reevaluate traditional methodology and structures in response to what he sees as the changing world of the American church. Recently, he assumed pastoral duties at a small local congregation, but his heart is still with the small, simple and committed churches that meet outside more formal religious structures.Dan is also a writer and has been a regular humor columnist in several newspapers. His columns also appear in the Humor for the Heart books, Howard Publishers.

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The Butterfly and the Stone

A son. A father. God's love on a prodigal journey

by

Dan N. Mayhew

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The Butterfly and the Stone

A son. A father. God's love on a prodigal journey

Copyright 2011 by Dan N. Mayhew

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For Jody, Jenna, Corrie and Caleb, my traveling companions.

For the hundreds who have prayed for us on the journey.

And in memory of

Army Staff Sgt. David J. Weisenburg

whose life and friendship remains a gift to us all.

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Table of Contents

Preface

[1] Apprehension

[2] Judgment

[3] Doubt

[4] Identity

[5] Letting Go

[7] Regret

[8] Uniqueness

[9] Grace

[10] Listening

[11] Devotion

[12] Trust

[13] Faith

[14] Grief

[15] Honor

[16] Shame

[17] Yearning

[18] Generations

[19] Wrath

[20] Terror

[21] Seeking

[22] Endurance

[23] Hope

[24] Promise

[25] Idols

[26] Despair

[27] Grace Upon Grace

[28] Loss

[29] Addiction

[30] Wounds

About the Author

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Jesus told them this story…

A man had two sons. The younger son told his father, I want my share of your estate now, instead of waiting until you die. So his father agreed to divide his wealth between his sons.

A few days later this younger son packed all his belongings and took a trip to a distant land, and there he wasted all his money on wild living. About the time his money ran out, a great famine swept over the land, and he began to starve. He persuaded a local farmer to hire him to feed his pigs. The boy became so hungry that even the pods he was feeding the pigs looked good to him. But no one gave him anything.

When he finally came to his senses, he said to himself, At home even the hired men have food enough to spare, and here I am, dying of hunger! I will go home to my father and say, 'Father, I have sinned against both heaven and you, and I am no longer worthy of being called your son. Please take me on as a hired man.'

So he returned home to his father. And while he was still a long distance away, his father saw him coming. Filled with love and compassion, he ran to his son, embraced him, and kissed him. His son said to him, Father, I have sinned against both heaven and you, and I am no longer worthy of being called your son.

But his father said to the servants, Quick! Bring the finest robe in the house and put it on him. Get a ring for his finger, and sandals for his feet. And kill the calf we have been fattening in the pen. We must celebrate with a feast, for this son of mine was dead and has now returned to life. He was lost, but now he is found.

~Luke 15: 11-24 (NLT)

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Preface

Hope is a butterfly,

Fear is a stone,

As a father waits

For his son to come home.

I think of the story Jesus told about the prodigal son. In the story, the wanderer comes home. He is seen from afar and his father runs to meet him and there is a celebration.

The great storm is over.

But prodigal journeys are rarely like that, rarely so resolute. They are like a long story with multiple climactic moments that eventually subside in a tedious, tentative denouement. You pause at the last page uncertain whether more is yet to be written.

Or they are like a play with one crisis after another sprinkled unexpectedly throughout. And then it ends abruptly, and without finality—an empty stage and the audience left shifting uneasily in their seats waiting for the house lights to come up. They wonder if they should leave or wait for another scene, or if they should stand with nervous applause.

Yet, on this prodigal journey I have discovered a truth so deep that I can scarcely accept it. I resist it because it stands against what I have come to believe. I resist it because, binding my heart like a cable, is a lie: I am too broken, too wicked and resistant to the ways of righteousness; too tainted with stubborn sin to be anything more to God than a disappointment, and an object of loathing. No holy God would stand for me.

And then I remember Benjamin, my only son. I remember each fearful failure and experience the resentment over each rebellious incident; sense the old pain and anger. Yet, out of that crucible of rejection comes, not hatred, but compassion. Not loathing, but love.

How can that be? I love him. Even now, I would die for him. Against all sense, I love my son. And therein lies the deepest truth of the prodigal journey: If I, with all my faults, know how to give good gifts to my children, how much more will my Father in heaven give good things to me if I would but ask (Matthew 7:11).

This book is not a memorial, not an epitaph. My son, after all, is alive. This is a chronicle of hurts, and a journal of hopes; a diary of fears and a canon of dreams. It is a journey ongoing, to a destination uncertain. It is a narrative of waywardness and the lessons that come from it. Moreover, it is not a devotional, nor a book of advice on parenting. It is a book of questions that hunger for answers; or, perhaps, of encouragement—the hopeful sound of a distant voice in the darkest night that says you are not alone. At the heart, it is the story of God and me—and all His rebellious sons; of the Father and His prodigal race, as seen in the dark mirror of earthly fatherhood.

The challenge will be to find the hope in the story when the end seems anything but certain. Hope in the midst of waywardness is not certainty, only cautious, even desperate, optimism. That's what love does to you. It makes it impossible to give up even when you so desperately want to, because to give up means amputation, like the mountain climber whose arm became hopelessly lodged in the rocks. Finally, in desperation he sawed off his own arm to get free.

Rather hack off an arm or a leg than to abandon my son, to amputate hope.

And that is the first lesson I learned from my son: love never fails, it cannot give up. It is, by definition, stubborn and furious. And if I can see such foolish, tenacious and furious love in my own heart then it is a reflection of the furious love of God and the iron grip of grace on me, my Father's wayward son.

Wendell Berry, in his novel, Jayber Crow, wrote:

If God loved the world even before the event at Bethlehem, that meant He loved it as it was, with all