Every Bird

Every Bird

 "I know every bird in the mountains, and the creatures of the field are mine." --Psalm 50:11

 "Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God." --Luke 12:6

 

I've read these verses before, and I think maybe even non-Christians are familiar with them. This morning something new occurred to me.

 

I'd always assumed God viewed the birds in a group, like we view a field of wildflowers or apples bought by the pound, as if he just checks a number off on his inventory sheet as he strolls through the mountains or oversees the market.

But now I think maybe he has a unique name for each of the birds he has created throughout time. Maybe it is something like "Loud-But-Well-Intentioned" or "So-Fluffy-I-Want-To-Squeeze-You" or "Jim."
 

When one of them falls, or is sold, or sings for joy or love or warning or some sensation for which we have no word, God knows his voice and sees him, who he is, by name.

 

 

"So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows." --Matthew 10:31

Jesus came to show us the Father who knows every bird in the mountains, every hair on our heads, every star in the heavens, every thought, every heart, every cry, every fear, every need, every prayer, no matter how shallowly, tentatively breathed. He knows the meaning of the song of the misunderstood or isolated. I want to know this Jesus, for therein lies the key to the Father who knows the unique name he selected for me--the one that speaks of his knowledge of me and his love for me.

 That is all.

 

ErinRMS

1/17/2013