There he was, the lonely thing, right in the midst of the glory of that day, and no one noticed him.
They say over 2 million people gathered during that 2-day event in Chicago,
the famed “air and water” show. I’d listened to it on the radio, traveling
to and from this bit of business or that, determining finally last year
that I’d BE there next time!
And I was. My wife and I braved the heat, the traffic, the throngs, even a
ride on the CTA. Things are never as wonderful as they seem, you know. It was a scorcher! To keep
cool, we stood ankle deep in Lake Michigan, turning sunburned faces into a hot
Chicago sky. Children unaware of our august presence splashed by with
aggravating showers from time to time.
But through all the little annoyances, we were thrilled by the sights and
sounds of some of men’s finest creations. Pleasure planes and war planes, loud
and quiet, modern and ancient.
I forget when I saw him. Perhaps during the daring act of the “Blue
Angels.” A lone gull twisting and turning and diving and rising and soaring
and...no one noticed that he was outdoing every vessel in the show.
Friends joined him, and there were pigeons, too. Lowly pigeons. The lowliest
of the birds was similarly outclassing these monster machines. No one has yet
equaled the creation of God.
But the announcer made no mention of it. I heard no shouts or even hushed
whispers as the glory of God, eloquently declared by these winged creations,
hovered over the proceedings.
Reminds me of one who said it far more beautifully, Marcie Hans:
FUELED
Fueled
by a million
man-made
wings of fire-
the rocket tore a tunnel
through the sky-
and everybody cheered.
Fueled
only by a thought from God-
the seedling
urged its way
through the thicknesses of black-
and as it pierced
the heavy ceiling of the soil-
and launched itself
up into outer space-
no
one
even
clapped.
Isn’t it always the way, believer? You brought a soul to Christ the other
day. Through the Spirit’s work in you, someone now will live forever. On that
day, a fine well-known doctor saved a fine well-known patient and the world roared. The patient
may live a few more years now.
But then we do not seek glory now. God has promised it for later, when
crowns of same shall be placed on our heads. Crowns which we will then be able
to snatch away and cast at the feet of Jesus, claiming we were unprofitable
servants. And so we were and are. Created and programmed by God like those pigeons and
gulls, but even in our “unprofitable” state, we are honored by Christ , and told that
we are loved .
Little bird, your Day is coming.
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