We were walking by the ocean when a man approached us for help. He was holding a pigeon that he had caught because it had twine tangled around its feet. As he tried to free the bird, he realized he needed something to cut the thread and so he asked if one of us had a knife.
Soon this little nondescript bird found itself held firmly, its little feet stretched out, and a crowd of individuals brandishing knives and scissors surrounding it. We were all mesmerized as, with snips and tugs, the thread slowly fell away from the gnarled feet. The bird held very still, one wide eye surveying the crowd as we all cooed and chirped at it.
For a few brief moments until the bird was free of its entanglements and flew off into a new, upgraded future, a group of complete strangers from different countries cooperated to complete a mission of mercy for a no-name insignificant bird. Being the Love means we try to ease suffering wherever we find it.
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
Do I hold still while God leans over me, cutting away the ties that confine me? Or do I struggle out of his gentle hands, hoping to do things my way?
Soon this little nondescript bird found itself held firmly, its little feet stretched out, and a crowd of individuals brandishing knives and scissors surrounding it. We were all mesmerized as, with snips and tugs, the thread slowly fell away from the gnarled feet. The bird held very still, one wide eye surveying the crowd as we all cooed and chirped at it.
For a few brief moments until the bird was free of its entanglements and flew off into a new, upgraded future, a group of complete strangers from different countries cooperated to complete a mission of mercy for a no-name insignificant bird. Being the Love means we try to ease suffering wherever we find it.
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
Do I hold still while God leans over me, cutting away the ties that confine me? Or do I struggle out of his gentle hands, hoping to do things my way?