The Birds Still Sing

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It’s Tuesday, late afternoon, and it has just rained. The birds seem to be thanking God for it. I hear their song of gratitude.

The ground is softer and so the worms are easier to get to. Or perhaps they are singing because Shane has finally come inside from running fifty laps around the yard and now the birds can get back to collecting their next meal. Regardless, it’s nice to hear their melody. They seem to not have a care in the world. And they don’t. Their Creator, who fed them before lockdown, is still caring for them. I anticipate that once lockdown is lifted, they will still be singing, for God will still be providing for them.

A couple of Sundays ago we contemplated the encouraging truth, “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). The answer, of course, is, “Yes!”

Brothers and sisters, in these days of being providentially hindered from our normal labours and of concern over our employment and paycheques, listen for the birds. They still sing because they are still being fed. And God will feed us as well.

He may use others. (A few minutes ago someone contacted me for a church member’s bank details in order to help them.) Our heavenly Father may feed us and clothe us by any number of means. I don’t know how, but I do know the Scriptures tell us that he will, and therefore we are not to be anxious. Our Lord tells us that we have great value to him, and he will care for us.

Yesterday my wife commented that, with three of us running numerous laps around our garden every day, that a discernible track is being made in our grass. She said that one day she will say to the grandchildren, “Do you see that rut around our house? Well, in 2020, your grandfather and aunt and uncle ran for three weeks while we were in lockdown.” It struck me: There will be a future.

I don’t know what that will look like. I don’t know who will be here to experience it. But the world will survive. God’s kingdom will come. His church will persevere. God’s people will be cared for. And the birds will still sing.

Listen! Do you hear them? Pay heed to what they’re teaching us.

Blessings on your day,

Doug