“Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?” Matthew 6:26
I sit on a hard wooden bench, waiting at a bus stop in Fiji. The day is hot, a breeze not yet noticeable. The sun is shining lustrously and the sky is filled with cotton candy clouds. The gravel of the road is broken and dusty and I find my eyes mindlessly drift to the pigeons that have gathered on the road.
They peck at the pavement as if they might find something there that will satisfy. Pecking, grasping for crumbs to eat. Thinking that this is their only chance to be fed. With the full expanse of the sky as their playground, why are they here? The gravel doesn’t nourish. It never will. It couldn’t, even if it tried. But still, they gather, pecking at the crumbs dropped carelessly as by people pass without notice.
Could it be any different than this? Could there be more? Don’t they know that their Maker will feed them? Don’t they know that they were meant to fly? This life in the gravel is a shallow excuse for freedom.
I used to think that the birds must have it all together. What could they possibly worry about? They can go anywhere at anytime, answering to no one.
They need not worry about where they work or what they earn. They haven’t a concern for education and never fear if their degree will be high enough to earn their dream job. Instead, they sing. They celebrate in worship as they soar from one tree to another, across open fields of lilies and sunflowers, around mountains and up waterfalls.
But it’s to these pigeons, gathered on this dusty street, that I feel I can relate. Because maybe, just maybe, they doubt sometimes, too. Maybe they find themselves here because they question whether or not their Maker will feed them in the sky. As I watch them, I’m made painfully aware of my own lack of trust. I try with all my might to make them fly away and enjoy what is waiting for them above. I want to scream, “Just go! You’ll find what you need, I promise. Don’t waste your time down here!”Although the vastness above is waiting, they are preoccupied with scraps.
They miss the freedom that they were created for in fearing that they won’t have what they need.
Sweet child, He sees you. And He loves you more than the birds that fly high above. He has promised to provide all you need. You’re missing what you’re made for as you peddle on the broken road.
Stop scrounging in the gravel looking for someone else’s leftovers. Abandon the thought that you won’t have what you need unless you find it yourself.
A feast awaits you when you, as you were made to do, soar.
Photo Credit: Jerrold