"The most important of life's battles is the one we fight daily in the silent chambers of the soul."

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Not One Of Them Is Forgotten Before God

Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God?
Luke 12:6




How amiable are thy tabernacles, O LORD of hosts!
My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the LORD: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.
Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O LORD of hosts, my King, and my God.

Psalms 84: 1-3




There are joys which long to be ours. God sends ten thousands truths, which come about us like birds seeking inlet; but we are shut up to them, and so they bring us nothing, but sit and sing awhile upon the roof, and then fly away. ~Henry Ward Beecher


I was thinking about all the verses where it talks about God's heart being for the small, seemingly insignificant sparrow. The reference God makes about the sparrow represent mankind. How often we find ourselves feeling as insignificant as the sparrow. The light of Christ in the darkness lights upon the sparrow with the rising of the sun. And so does that same light shine upon us, often times upon a foolish young man, such as myself. Never taking time to honor the One who made it. In that present moment, I have to stop. As I did before I wrote this. Looking at the setting of His sun. I felt a sense of sadness. The birds songs become almost sadder as the sun went down. I bowed my head but with my eyes looking heavenward.


I was carried back in my memories. As a small child, I loved nature. Fascinated by all things and creatures in God's creation. Something about birds seemed to speak to my little heart. Reminding me of God somehow to me. About the age of 4-5, I was running and playing in the backyard. Only to discover a little bird fallen from his nest. My dad, of course, broke out the movie camera. So I was scampering about the yard after this little bird. Catching him ever so gently in my hands. Even now as I write about this, I can recall the feel of that tiny, soft life in my hands. He snuggled up in my warm hands with his delicate feathers. I held him up to the camera. Smiling as big as I could. The time came to put him back in his nest. The nest was in a tree that was not that tall. So my dad lifted me up to put him back in his home. I was happy he was home. That night I dreamed the little bird was with his mom and dad. Snuggling up close like he did in my hands.


My parents continued to look in on that minuscule bird. Taking time to make sure that he was looked after by it's mother. The lessons I learned that day were many. But the one I learned the most was the cornerstone it laid in my heart. If the little boy I was is still in there, I would like to tell him thank you. For reminding a ofttimes, misguided young man of the importance of all life; no matter how insignificant or how small. How love is the rock upon which everything is lain. And in that time of lost youth and innocence I was closer to God than I realized. Because if a young boy's heart broke for a baby bird. How much more does God's heart break for a wandering young man; who falls out of his place from time to time.

by

Lance Gargus

Books:Christianity,Bible,Jesus,Angels,Soul,God,
Holy Spirit,Doves,Love,Children,Heaven


13 comments:

Enemy of the Republic said...

In a way we are all that sparrow. I often wished I grew up in a rural setting as people who do seem to be closer to God.

writeonbro said...

Not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed as beautiful as one of the birds of the air.

Shinade said...

Oh Lance,
Yes if only everyone in the world, including myself, could always and ever remember the child within us...oh what a glory.

For a child loves with a pure heart. A heart untainted by the prejudices and hate that seek to destroy us everyday.

I have been extremely concerned and aware as of late. Also very emotional.

I have tears as I am writing this. I am crying for our country, our children,our grandchildren, and most especially I am crying for our Lord.

So much harm and destruction has been placed upon the world in His name. Oh how sad He must truly be to look down and see what we humans have done to ourselves.

May God forgive us all.

God Bless you Lance and Happy Mother's day to your wife.
Jackie

Karl said...

What a wonderful post!

Sunset, and the hour just before sunset is my favorite time of day.

I rejoice that your inner child keeps you in touch with our Father; the Giver of all good things.

FishHawk said...

Very well written: as usual.

Liara Covert said...

I sense we are each God's creatures and none are better or worse than others. We can connect with a sparrow because we are interconnected at soul-level. It doesn't matter where we live, what we may do for a living or, whether we happen to live in the rural countryside. Life is always what we choose to makes of it.

Franx said...

Sometimes we never know what God want from us but after tragedy we understand that God never left us.Great Post my friend

tony said...

Hey lance im new here and went to check out your site but cant read the writing need to change the colors. But cool site

tony

FishHawk said...

It sounds like you may have some problems with your monitor, Tony. For I have a very old (by today's standards) analog monitor; and I do have a lot of trouble reading things that are probably as clear as a bell on a digital one. Such is not the case with this particular post, however.

paul maurice martin said...

Love and the natural world strike me as two major ways of connecting to God.

Chris Jones said...

great post love the video man!

SuzyQ said...

When I watch my own children find wonderment in the small things, the beauty of nature, the little details. I find myself finding it too through their eyes, which is such a gift.
A beautiful and touching post.

Kim said...

That was so beautiful and brought a tear to my eye. God is using your writing talent to encourage so many. Thank you for letting Him use you in this way. And thanks also for visiting my blog and leaving that nice comment about my grandpa and me. He is a special man and I love him dearly. We miss my grandma terribly (she passed away in '97) but are comforted knowing we will see her again in Heaven!

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