Yesterday was a very
rainy day, so I was quite intrigued with how busily the little birds were eating
at our backyard feeders, not seeming to care about the weather. Perhaps the
cool and wet day increased their demand for energy and so feeding was a bit
more urgent.
As I went out to
refill the feeders, I suddenly noticed that one little female Cassin Finch was
not flying away with all the rest. In fact, it wasn’t moving at all, just
standing on top of a birdhouse with its eyes closed and face raised to the light
rain.
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View from window |
At first, I wondered whether
birds just enjoy the feel of rain. It almost seemed lost in sensation of something
that made it oblivious to me being only a few feet away. I was able to sneak
back into the house to get my camera, take a shot through the window just so I
had something in case it was gone when I returned, and then snapped some more
pics as I again snuck closer to its resting place. I was overwhelmed with the
wonder that a bird may actually enjoy something like the soft rain falling on
its head.
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First shot before getting too close |
As I saw the same bird
come back a couple more times during the day, just sitting with its eyes closed
like that, I suddenly wondered if it could be the mate of one of the dead birds
we have found in the yard. I was immediately overwhelmed with grief. What
happens to these little creatures when something happens to one of their family?
I know that God sees every sparrow that falls. Does he see the ones that live?
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Lost in something |
And then I wondered if
the tears that betrayed me saw this as a picture of me? Could the heartaches of
one child of God look like this, that the Father in heaven sees a heart lifted
up to him in the rain and cares very deeply for what I feel? Could my
experience of loss look like this, an overwhelmed creature stopping everything,
even in the midst of the continued flurry of activity all around it, and
looking heavenward because looking anywhere else was simply too painful?
This morning, these
thoughts and feelings seemed just as fresh as the day before, so I had to look
up the passages where Jesus talks about our worth in contrast to that of a few
small birds. Luke’s version quotes Jesus as saying,
Are not five sparrows
sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God. Why, even
the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than
many sparrows.
For anyone who thinks
that “worth issues” are a contemporary creation, Jesus was dealing with such
things as he shared the good news and encouraged his disciples in the cost of
following him. No matter what happens to us because of our faith in Jesus Christ,
we are to see ourselves as having the greatest worth of all God’s creatures.
This means that, when Jesus
said, “not one of them is forgotten before God,” and, “you are of
more value than many sparrows,” we cannot ever think that we would be
forgotten by God our heavenly Father in our suffering for Jesus’ sake.
Matthew records Jesus as
saying, “And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father.”
When we also add this to the, “you are of more value than many sparrows,” we
are urged to think of our potential “falling to the ground” in persecution
as far more significant to God than when we find a dead bird in our yard and
wonder which neighborhood cat is the culprit.
When Jesus said, “Fear
not,” he meant even in relation to the threat of death. In
other words, the worst thing we could face as followers of Christ is
persecution. Persecution brings with it the possibility of martyrdom. Death is
scary. Jesus knows that. So he picks a little creature that was treated as
almost without value, tells us how God even has concern for the smallest of his
creatures, clarifies that we are of “more value” than even the least of
his animals, so we should never question our worth when facing persecution and
the threat of death.
This brought to mind
what Paul said about such things, “For I
consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with
the glory that is to be revealed to us.” I realized that we have so little sense of “the glory that is to
be revealed to us,” and what it means to our heavenly Father to complete his
work of making us like his Son, that we don’t feel the contrast Jesus is making
between us and a few sparrows. What God will one day complete in bringing to himself
a people in the image and likeness of his Son is so glorious in every way that
even the worst suffering and death experienced by the children of God is almost
not worth comparing to the coming glory. We are simply of too much worth to God
for him to fail to do what he has promised.
This whole emotional encounter with a
little bird in the rain is a most surprising picture of God seeing me in
everything I go through. It is getting quite easy for him to number the hairs
of my head as I age,
but the point is still there. If he concerns himself with the number of hairs
on our heads, and a few sparrows in the marketplace, or a tiny bird falling to
its death, how much more will he be with us in intimate concern as we suffer
for his sake.
Tears immediately come to my eyes as I
replay how I found that little Cassin Finch standing in the rain in such stark
contrast to all the other pairs of finches flying around our feeders fighting
to get a turn to eat. I now realize that, as Father made sure I would see this,
and multiple times through the rest of the afternoon, even this would affirm
that I am of greater value than I know, and what is going on with me matters
more to him than I could possibly feel about what was going on with that little
finch.
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Head tucked in and all alone |
And that means that, even the underlying
reasons that this little wet bird would impact me so profoundly are known to
him, and one day he will wipe away all such tears and their reasons for being
there.
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