In the Draft From Eternity


A truck passed me doing nearly 70 miles an hour.  I watched a little bird swoop down behind his trailer, and fly in the draft of air behind the trailer.  I didn’t know they could fly so fast.  I didn’t know they could be so bold.  I didn’t know they were wise enough to choose their toys.  But now I do.

I can be more than a man.  I can be bold.  I can be wise enough to choose my Master.  For I will follow behind him in his blazing train; caught up in His Majesty, which he leaves along “The Way”.

The truck went by with good speed.  So Christ Jesus walked by John the Baptist in the same way.  Then we see John play in the Holiness of Christ like the bird in the draft of the trailer.

“This is the one I meant when I said, ‘A man who comes after me has surpassed me because he was before me.'”

Let us too be wise.

By His Grace

The End


Come all you birds of the air.  Gather in one place where peace and food are plentiful.  Your wings are tired, your bellies are hungry.  Come, rest and eat.

In the open field the bounty awaits.  No man will drive you away.  With their greedy violence spent, they have no strength to bury their dead.  Come, you birds of the air, and taste the forbidden fruit.

As it is in the open field, so it is in the houses and buildings of society.  The rebellion against God has come to completion.  They murdered His Holy Son.  Now they murder one another. 

A feast for the birds, a bounty for the rodents!  The pride of man is decimated.  No longer will he sin in freedom!  As he lived to destroy, now he is forced to present himself for judgment.

Rest peacefully, Oh beautiful creation.  Rest peacefully until the Lord covers you with a holy fire.  The ones who have taken from you, have taken from themselves.  Your loss will be avenged.

By His Grace

Eating Worms


“The early bird gets the worm.”

Perhaps you have heard this saying.  If you have, it is likely your mother who has told you this.  She was trying to get you to take responsibility.

But as I watched the Robins this morning, I took note that they began to sing long before there was full light.  Just how early do they need to be to get the worm?

Is it that the Robins are the ones to search for worms while the other birds search for bugs or seeds?  In this case the saying is another name for Robins and their kind.  So much for a process of productivity.

My mother could just as easily have told me to become a Robin.  Though I do not give praise to myself in that I might have understood.

What strikes me more about the saying is that we use the vagaries to inspire one another.  By the nature of man’s limit we reach for things that are untrue to teach what is true.  It is not this way in heaven.

Here we must teach a child or an immature adult by using stories and half truths.  They are not capable of consuming the fullness of truth.  And even those who teach in the ways of the world are not fit to teach the fullness of truth.

I am simply struck by the vast chasm of difference between the ways of Man and the ways of God.

Birds


Robin nest

Image via Wikipedia

Two birds soared past me in the sky.

I saw the first, but the last did cry:

“You pecked my egg.  Prepare to die!”

Now watch how well the first will fly.