*** Disclaimer -- I hate birds. a lot. I think they are nasty crap. Everyone who lives in Waco understands the plight of parking under trees in "bird season." I guess it makes it just that much cooler that God used a bird to speak to me.
So yesterday we were at coffeehouse -- for those who are unaware, that is one of our ministries where we hang out with the homeless in a empty lot, serve refreshments, and "entertain" the guests with songs and testimonies -- and Jim Snyder had found a baby bird lying on their trampoline below the birdhouse. I can't even describe how funky this little bird looked ... it was about as long as my pinky finger, it had no feathers, wouldn't open its eyes, you could see its veins through its fragile skin. It was pretty much the definition of pathetic. Jim said it was likely the momma bird kicked this little buddy out of his house because he wouldn't open his mouth to eat -- apparently mom birds can tell which babies will survive, and just choose not to waste time on ones that won't make it.
So I ended up holding this desperate little bird, who was trying so hard to move around, but his strength was totally spent. I got to thinking about his plight, and I couldn't help but identify with him. I could just picture myself as a pathetic, blind, fragile creature who refuses sometimes to be nourished by the Lord. I am so glad that God made momma birds so unlike himself ... no matter how much it appears that I am not going to make it, the Lord never gives up on his Beloved. Hallelujah.
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