Song Birds

Yesterday morning as I stood with my friend Glen in the parking lot of an office building he said, “Do you hear the birds singing? We miss so much by not listening.”

The song birds give us hope – I don’t mean touchy-feely hope without foundation, I don’t mean sweet sickening confectionery hope that will rot our intellectual teeth; I mean firm Biblical hope. The song birds remind us of the Creator, and they remind us that while humanity may be intent on destroying beauty and desecrating the image of God, that while we may be bent on self-destruction, that the Creator is still the Creator and that somehow, someway, He has imbued creation with a sense that it will one day be delivered into the glorious liberty of the children of God (Romans 8).

Who knows, perhaps we will have diminished creation to one pair of each animal and to none of some before it is over; but we have the promise of the restitution of all things, we have the promise of the coming King. So I think that for those who have ears to hear that God will continue to give us song birds – they still retain their identities, they still know who they are – perhaps we can learn from them.