Mockingbirds and Christians

And some fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up, and choked it, and it yielded no fruit. Mark 4:7

The mockingbird called from the abandoned TV antennae on our roof. He sang one bird song after another. He knew hundreds. Then he paused, flew up in a dance showing off the white feathers under his wings. He must have been showing out for some girl bird off in the trees. Every spring he does his song and dance. Then they build a nest in the thorny wild orange tree in our backyard. It's not high off the ground, but no one and nothing would even think about fighting those thorns for a bite of nestlings. Those little mockingbirds grow up to copy other birds and make their nests among the thorns, low to the ground. 

Christians have their own identities - our actions, but often we want to copy others so we fit in, to impress others, to feel confident. We often end up in thorny situations where our testimonies is choked by the cares of the world. Others, especially our children see our actions and imitate us. The thorns of life choke them and keep them from attaining all they might. 

Father, may we have one voice, Your words, because Your words are truth. May we rise above the things of this world that would entangle us. May we aspire to be just like Jesus. In His name we pray.  Amen. 

Hey Kids:

The birds have returned to our area this week. 

The bright yellow of the goldfinches, the red and rust cardinal pairs, and yes, the mockingbirds are all filling the trees with song and color. 

It might be fun to take a few minutes to observe the habits of the birds of your area. Watch as they bring nesting material to trees, bushes and birdhouses. 

Notice how the males draw attention to themselves. 

Watch a male cardinal feed his intended bride. 

Supplying food and water may increase your close up view of birds in your backyard. 

What thoughts does God bring to your mind while watching His creation in action? 

The weather is warm. While you're outside exploring, what has God brought to your attention?

Spring blessings,

Gail