Birds in Sunshine

Here in the Blue Ridge, we await spring. Now it’s just two days away. This morning, we discover finches at the feeder by the kitchen window, feasting in feed and morning sunshine. Selah!

And we recall, from times gone by, what we had read in the old Book, words from an ancient king, David, who wrote: “He who rules over men righteously, who rules in the fear of God, is as the light of morning when the sun rises, a morning without clouds, when the tender. grass springs out of the earth. . .” And we ponder the difference between ancient noble righteousness and, and. . . what we encounter in this present darkened era wherein maga self-obsession blots out the brightness of sunshine and Son-shine. And we ponder words written long ago by prophet, Isaiah: “All you inhabitants of the world and dwellers on earth, as soon as a standard is raised on earth, you. will see it, and as soon as the trumpet is blown you will hear it. For thus the Lord has told me. I will look from my dwelling place quietly, like brightening heat in the sunshine.” Yes, yes, I will look from our kitchen window, and see the birds feeding on seed that we have provided for them. Herein, we recall the words of Christ: “Look at the birds of the air; they don’t sew; they don’t reap, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.” In this particular instance, on this almost-spring, bright morning, I— earthly father that I am—do feed these finches, on behalf of my Father in heaven. And if you believe that, I’ve got some heavenly real estate, I’ll tell ya about. https://open.spotify.com/track/025lnPzFKnKxXxuc4rmipg?si=801235d50ff9477e&nd=1&dlsi=5b6b80e6f7094c6b https://open.spotify.com/track/5tfdMttcDR0WhBeH4x0JD2?si=07b6bf7214b1449e&nd=1&dlsi=3919d55c5725444b Glass half-Full