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23 June 2009
Click here for today's Bible reading: 1 Chronicles 15-17; Proverbs 17:15-27.
Dancing Birds
Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad; And let them say among the nations, "The LORD reigns." 1 Chronicles 16:31
Straight ahead of me, against a clear blue sky on a warm fall day, a small gray cloud hung above a busy intersection. What was that lonely cloud doing there on such a perfect Sunday afternoon, I wondered. As if hearing my thoughts, the cloud suddenly shimmered like silver and disappeared. Then, just as suddenly, it reappeared, darker this time and in a new shape. A smile. Then the cloud stretched itself across the road like a wavy banner announcing the song that I was hearing on my radio. As the music of “This Is My Father’s World” beamed from nearby radio towers, the cloud of dancing birds soared with each majestic phrase—as if feeling the music in the air. Seemingly elated that the station was “playing their song,” the birds dipped with each downbeat and swelled with each crescendo through all three verses.
I wondered if the other drivers realized that they were in the audience of the Almighty. I wanted to look, but I didn’t want to take my eyes off the swooping and soaring birds. Instead, with my eyes open, I prayed, “Thank you, heavenly Father, for allowing me to watch you conduct this remarkable ballet of birds. Thank you for reminding me that all creation, myself included, is part of your song and that you are conducting every verse. May my praise and worship this day be as beautiful to you as your creation is to me. Amen.”
Click here to see the complete one-year schedule.
Dancing Birds
Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad; And let them say among the nations, "The LORD reigns." 1 Chronicles 16:31
Straight ahead of me, against a clear blue sky on a warm fall day, a small gray cloud hung above a busy intersection. What was that lonely cloud doing there on such a perfect Sunday afternoon, I wondered. As if hearing my thoughts, the cloud suddenly shimmered like silver and disappeared. Then, just as suddenly, it reappeared, darker this time and in a new shape. A smile. Then the cloud stretched itself across the road like a wavy banner announcing the song that I was hearing on my radio. As the music of “This Is My Father’s World” beamed from nearby radio towers, the cloud of dancing birds soared with each majestic phrase—as if feeling the music in the air. Seemingly elated that the station was “playing their song,” the birds dipped with each downbeat and swelled with each crescendo through all three verses.
I wondered if the other drivers realized that they were in the audience of the Almighty. I wanted to look, but I didn’t want to take my eyes off the swooping and soaring birds. Instead, with my eyes open, I prayed, “Thank you, heavenly Father, for allowing me to watch you conduct this remarkable ballet of birds. Thank you for reminding me that all creation, myself included, is part of your song and that you are conducting every verse. May my praise and worship this day be as beautiful to you as your creation is to me. Amen.”
Click here to see the complete one-year schedule.
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