Saturday, June 2, 2012

Matthew 6:26

It always seems like the birds chirp loudest after a thunderous rain.  True? Is this because the sound of the rain drowns out their melody? Or is this because we are too busy to acknowledge the sound exists and the sudden difference in volume forces us to hear? One? The other? Both? A different reason altogether? Whatever it is, there is truth to this statement: the birds chirp loudest after a thunderous rain.

Do you think the birds capitalize on the newly found silence? Their chirping sounds a bit like rejoicing to me - sort of like a melodious high-five. There is always a tone of joy and encouragement that tips up the end of each sound right before their breath for the next chorus and refrain.

Are we like the birds? Do we sing loudest after a torrential downpour? During the rain all we hear is the constant drumming and pounding of the ceaseless cascade - so loud as to cause even our own thoughts to drown. At the end of the rain, we rejoice. Our confident heart cries hope to the open spaces where drops and sheets and sprinkles used to occupy. Our delight anchors us to the moment, the sound of our dreams undeferred soar past the places we can see.

Follow that sound.

"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?" Matthew 6:26

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