More Than Two Sparrows

It was one of those days when the spiritual giant was taking some time off and left the pathetic human alone with his thoughts. Nothing was going right, the dishwasher was broken again, the weed whacker was out of line, and the car was out of gas. The verse of the day was Matthew 10:29-31. “Are not two sparrows sold for a copper coin? And not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Father’s will. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.”

Yup, that made it all feel better. Not.

What I knew I should do was take a walk to refresh the mind and get back to work. What I was doing instead was staring at the wall and sending out invitations to a pity-party that no one would attend. That’s when the noise started.

At first it was barely audible, but gained intensity until it became a rustling roar that got so loud I had to get off my butt and go see what it was. What it was, was the rapid beating of 75 to 100 pairs of wings, a literal mob of sparrows chasing one another and having a chirp-in around the blue spruce behind my house. It was a total cacophony of bird happy. Sparrows must have come from blocks all around to congregate around that specific spruce.

Go ahead. Explain it. I couldn’t and for that reason it made me smile for the first time that day.

Do you see the lesson?