Monday, April 23, 2007

FOR THE BIRDS

Your Morning Coffee is on late. Sorry. Slept in. Sometimes it is just necessary to get a little extra shut-eye, to lounge in peaceful luxury and rest.

Waiting on coffee to brew I’ve been watching two birds on the rail outside our big window. The bird feeder is low and they’re fighting over the seeds.

The larger one is making threatening runs at the smaller. He, the big one, is actually standing inside of the feeder on a tiny mound of seed. Outside, however, on the hand rail itself, are seeds and husks scattered by sloppy eaters. The smaller bird persistently sneaks up close to the main feeder and nibbles on these scattered crumbs. It has been a constant war the whole time I’ve been waiting on my coffee...a silly little war.

“Why are you fighting?” I asked.

They didn’t reply.

I’m no Dr. Dolittle, but I’ll venture an answer on their behalf. “You little fellas don’t believe do you?”

“I have twenty-five pounds more bird seed in the house that I plan on putting in the feeder when it is empty. When that is gone, I’ll be buying more at the store--they have twenty-five hundred pounds. Then, when their supply is gone, they'll order from a supplier who has twenty-five tons of bird seed. When the supplier is low he will buy again from the farmers who produce twenty-five million pounds a year, and, since it is Spring, the farmers are already planting next year’s harvest!”

“Why are you fighting? Why don’t you trust me? Why are you worried about so little a scrap of food? Aren’t you worth far more than a couple of sparrows? Seek first the Kingdom and righteousness.”

If only the World believed and obeyed…it would put an end to our silly little wars and we could all rest a little better…leaving war for the birds. If only…

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