The entire time I have been on the race, I have been learning about God and myself from a song. The song is called “The King Beetle On A Coconut Estate” by mewithoutYou.

Read it, maybe listen to it on youtube and enjoy it!

As the moon rose and the hour grew late

The day-help on the coconut estate

Raked up the dried leaves that fell dead from the trees

Which they burned in a pile by the lake



The beetle king summoned his men

And from the top of the rhododendron stem,

“Calling all volunteers who can carry back here

The Great Mystery has been lit once again”



One beetle emerged from the crowd

In a fashionable abdomen shroud

Said, “I’m a professor, you see, that’s no mystery to me

I’ll be back soon, successful and proud”



But when the beetle professor returned,

He crawled on all six, as his wings had been burned

And described to the finest detail all he’d learned

There was neither a light, nor a heat, in his words



The deeply dissatisfied king

Climbed the same stem to announce the same thing

But in his second appeal sought to sweeten the deal

With a silver padparadscha ring



The lieutenant stepped out from the line

As he lassoed his thorax with twine

Thinking, “I’m stronger and braver and I’ll earn the king’s favor

One day all he has will be mine”



But for all the lieutenant’s conceit

He too returned singed and admitting defeat

“I had no choice, please believe, but retreat

It was bright as the sun, but with ten times the heat



And it cracked like the thunder and bloodshot my eyes

Though smothered with sticks, it advanced undeterred

Carelessly cast an ash cloud to the sky, my lord

Like a flock of dark vanishing birds”



The beetle king slammed down his fist

“Your flowery description’s no better than his!

We sent for the great light and you bring us this?

We didn’t ask what it seems like, we asked what it is!”



His majesty’s hour at last is drawn nigh

The elegant queen took her leave from his side

Without understanding, but without asking why

She gathered their kids to come bid their goodbyes



And the father explained, “You’ve been somewhat deceived

You’ve all called me your dad, but your true Dad’s not me

I lay next to your mom and your forms were conceived

Your Father’s the light within all that you see



He fills up the ponds as He empties the clouds

Holds without hands and He speaks without sounds

He provides us with the cow’s waste and coconuts to eat

Giving one that nice salt taste, and the other its sweet



Sends the black carriage the day death shows its face

Thinning our numbers with kindness and grace

And just as a flower and its fragrance are one

So must each of you and your Father become



Now distribute my scepter, my crown, and my throne

And all we’ve known as wealth to the poor and alone”

Without further hesitation, without looking back home

The king flew headlong into the blazing unknown



And as the smoke ring hurled higher and higher

The troops flying loops around the telephone wires

They said, “Our beloved’s not dead, but his highness instead

Has been utterly changed into fire”



Why not be utterly changed into fire?

Why not be utterly changed into fire?

Why not be utterly changed into fire?

Why not be utterly changed into fire?

In this song, our God is portrayed as an enormous, mysterious fire. We are the beetles, marveling and in awe at the mystery of the fire. The beetle king wants to know what the fire is but is too afraid to get close to it. He sends men out to investigate the fire but they get singed and turn back, afraid. Eventually he realizes that the only way he will know the fire is if he flies into it and becomes a part of it.

I have been just like these beetles. I’ve seen God’s mysteries and I’ve been in such awe of him, but whenever I would get close, I would start to get singed in his fire, so I backed away. I wasn’t letting myself become “utterly changed into fire”. Why not? I’m tired of living this cool exitance. I want to be completely changed into fire, no matter how unknown it may seem. Why try living for God when we’re afraid of living on fire?

Hebrews 12:29 says “our God is a consuming fire”

Why not be utterly changed into fire?