The chirp of storms
Soul Snack 199/10 ... Bird Theology
The pre-dawn skies raged at the already well beaten window pane.
Lashing both the gardens and gum trees was a storm whose fury was just now mildly relenting.
A miserable darkness had settled over my home the previous evening, it was equally miserable as I arose.
There was a distinct solitude at this wee hour from men, but not from the activity of God.
As I took up my accustomed position, I heard afresh the twirping and chirping of the early rising birds. I remained still as I attentively listened and enquired of myself surely you did not really hear birds singing?
Almost instantly yes was my self-reply.
It then resounded through my mind, that even at the end of a long night of storms, in the middle of continuing severe weather, these small creatures could still raise a pleasant tune. Amidst their storms of life, that I was protected from, they still sang.
Hmmm ... seems to me there is much to be learnt from birds!