Praise God Birds Fly

Birds are back.  Spring is here and they come flying back.  If birds had never flown then neither would humans.  For if we had never seen a bird fly we would never, even in evolutionary time, dreamed that we might fly.  But the truer truth is that we would never have dreamed up flying.  Can you imagine a world were nothing flew and then humans, in some fit of creative ecstasy, proclaiming, “let us ______!”  We would not have even thought up the word.  We owe a lot to the birds…we owe a lot to the birds Creator.

John James Audubon

Mount Rocking Chair

I sit atop the only mountain left me, my rocking chair, and survey the imagined wilderness that I find myself in.  Spring has come and all the views that declare that I am a city dweller are now pushed deep into the green of new birth and make them faded memories of the flatlands left in winter.  I now sit in the wilds and the birds that make their home in my wild carol all the joy of peace on earth to me. 

Albert Bierstadt's
A Rest On The Trail

Christ Living Among Us

“All of you together are Christ’s body, and each of you is a part of it.” 1 Corinthians 12:27

Today each of us will tell our part of Christ’s story.  We will deepen the plot, play the hero, bring others into the story, be the antagonist, write someone out, be romantic, poetic or devise an evil twist.  We will start over, carry someone’s load, quit, stop or overcome but above all else we will continue His story, live out the cosmic drama called Christ Living Among Us.

Love Birds

There is a female cardinal, drab and grey, fat with eggs sitting on my bird feeder.  Her mate, as beautiful as she is grey, continually flutters up to sit with her.   They caress, lip-to-lip, feeding one another or allowing us glimpses into how Love has imparted Himself into all creatures I do not know.  I do know Loves explanation makes my morning more meaningful and would explain our common phrase, Love Birds.

Madonna Of The Goldfinch by Raphael

West Tennessee's Saving Grace

I was at the Mississippi River yesterday, sitting with my lover.  The sun was sparkling off the river as it literally ran to the sea.  It was gorged ripe with silt like the swollen breasts of a new mother.  I was taken by the hope of it all, that this body of water had been flowing since God uttered, “Let there be water” and had carried enough of the planet to nurse a new earth.  This breast of earth was nourishing me more than most services and filling me with loving hope for God.