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February 8, 2006

There was once a bird.

He was born into a big Cedar tree. The tree provided all his and the other birds that lived in it safety and comfort. They lived off its berries.

It was Evergreen.

The birds came to believe that their tree was the best tree to live in. In fact it was the only tree to live in. Those other trees were dangerous. They shed their leaves. Some of the bird of his youth mocked those other silly birds and their other trees. If they had half a bird brain they would reason that this is indeed the tree to live in.

This bird built his own nest. It in time offered views of the other trees. He thought the Gum Trees were beautiful in their red leaves in the fall. He loved the yellow of the maples. Their birds seemed to be doing ok. He admired the small dogwood in the spring. It was out their all alone but beautiful still.

Against the cedar tradition he would sneak out and fly.

He had been taught that you should only fly from branch to branch in their tree. But he felt called to the sky. He felt God wanted his wings to do more than those short hops. So he would fly.

He would soar.

Above all the trees he saw they each held life and beauty but were each different. From that perspective he could see impending danger for his lifelong tree. He loved his tree. It had done so much for him. It was a good tree. So he warned of the danger he had seen. He told of the beauty of other trees. He said God had made birds to fly. That its a big beautiful world out there.

Some of the older birds came to his nest and expressed their concern. “There has been some squawking.” All the blessings of God are to be found in the tree they told him. You are needed in the tree. Other birds look up to you. Be careful they said. They were nice birds, birds he admired and loved.

But he was torn.

5 Comments leave one →
  1. February 9, 2006 12:31 pm

    Sometimes you have to leave the tree to get food for the baby birds. Worms don’t live in the trees…

  2. February 9, 2006 1:46 pm

    It is hard when you know you are disappointing birds that you do admire and look up to. But when you discover you have wings…you must FLY! You must, little bird!

  3. February 9, 2006 3:39 pm

    “Hope” is the thing with feathers,
    That perches in the soul,
    And sings the tune without the words,
    And never stops…at all.
    Emily Dickinson

  4. February 9, 2006 5:21 pm

    Lee –

    I love Emily Dickinson. Perfect verse there for Tommy.

    Tommy – Your post makes me think of the 8×10 room you and I talked about in Heaven.

    About those who have so condensed Heaven and their spiritual lives that they believe the few of them in the little 8×10 room they’ve constructed in one tiny corner of Heaven is all there is.

    They then think to themselves through the rest of eternity – “Gee – Heaven is so much smaller than I thought it was going to be” while the rest of God’s children in Heaven dance and rejoice before God.

    We need to talk . . .

  5. February 12, 2006 10:41 am

    OOH – My hobby is bird-watching & this was SUCH a good analogy for me! You know, in my reading this morning, I discovered that when God was making the world, the very first things He blesses are the birds & the fish. I think He wanted to make these creatures as a visual reminder to soar to new heights & dive to the deepest depths. How can you do all that if you’re just stuck in your one tree? You can’t spread yur wings in a tree!

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