A Little Sympathy Please
Sunday was a really windy day around central Indiana. Tabor and I went for a ride on the motorcycle (2006 Honda VTX 1300R, in case you were wondering) and it was so windy he had to hold his helmet down for fear it would rip his head off! It was kind of funny though I am really not interested in my son's head flying off.
Some time Monday, our family noticed that a bird's next had blown out of the one of our trees. Ok, I'm being real here, my first thought was "great!, less birds to poop on my car!". Tabor on the other hand was very disturbed as he has a soft spot in his heart for all of "God's creatures". This story would be short if the nest had eggs in it. I would have mowed over them and "accidentally" stepped on them or whatever to be done with the whole thing. Unfortunately, there were three baby robins in the nest. Well, they were in the nest when it fell. Now they are scattered around the nest on the ground. They all survived the crash to earth! This is good, right?
I don't know much about this kind of stuff, but I was always told if you touch the eggs, or the nest or the chicks that momma won't care for them anymore. So, by now every kid in the neighborhood knows about the tragedy and has taken a turn standing in the front yard cooing and cawing over these three little (ugly) robins. Each kid is trying to figure out how to save these little guys. Tabor and his friend Kyle are hand feeding them nightcrawlers left over from an earlier fishing expedition at the neighborhood retention pond. They suggest putting them into a box for fear that I may mow over them (I probably would have).
Well, I did mow the yard yesterday while three kids formed a "hedge of protection" around the baby robins. They had to do what ever it would take to keep those chicks from further harm!
Today, Tuesday, we still have three live chicks in the front yard. I see mother robin watching from the corner of the roof of our house. The kids haven't given up yet either. Will these chicks live, can they learn to fly without being in the tree, can they make it through the cool night outside of the warmth of the nest? These things remain to be seen.
Mt. 6:26 says, "Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?"
What if we were as concerned with fallen humanity as the kids in my neighborhood are with those little birds? Jesus is.
What a soap opera! I can't wait until the next installment! The baby birds are visibly weak and helpless and that spurs our sense of protection. Most fallen humanity are weak and helpless and hide behind the guise of macho. (couldn't think of a better word) This in turn causes most to be repelled. If we could truly see how Jesus sees us???? We would be the baby robins and the hedge may be His angels. Then we would be compassionate and deal with His people like we would the baby robins.
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Nice. I appreciate your candor, but moreso, I appreciate the boy' sdetermination to protect the ugly little worm-eaters. (Hey, somebody's gotta do it, right?) Methinks he might have laerned some of this from having a paternal figure around, making sure he wasn't run over or squashed. Maybe?
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