Wednesday, October 12, 2005
A BIRD'S EYE VIEW
A BIRD'S EYE VIEW
By Louis Casself
Oct 06, 2005
Mom got up early Sunday morning and got the kids ready for church. Dad
sat in the living room, reading his newspaper and looking out at the
snow.
They'd had the conversation before, but nothing had changed. "Why don't
you go with us this week?" she asked. He didn't look up from his paper.
"You know why," he said out loud and then in his own mind finished the
answer with "A truly great God wouldn't care about puny humans anyway."
The man replayed the argument in his mind: "If God is so perfect and
great, why would he care about helping us? If God is so powerful, why
would he make his son become a human being? Why would he stoop so low
to help us.... if God is really so great."
The house was silent except for the sound of the logs crackling in the
fireplace. From the other end of the house came a strange thump.
The man put down his paper and walked down the hall. Outside the window
huddled a group of birds. In confusion and fear, they had flown into
the window pane and fallen to the ground. They huddled together in the
snow trying to figure out what to do next. The man felt sorry for the
birds.
He thought to himself, "The birds could go in our barn and they'd be
warm there." So he went outside and opened the door to the barn. Then
he waited in the cold. The birds didn't move.
"I know, I'll shoe them over to the barn door," the man thought. But as
he tried to herd the birds to the barn they simply scattered. Only
after he left them alone did they come back to their spot in the snow.
The man had one last plan. He went back in the house and got a loaf of
bread. Carefully, he tore off pieces of bread and made a path to the
barn door. But the birds just huddled closer together, ignoring the
gift of life which the man was offering.
Stumped, the man stood looking at the birds, wondering just what it
would take to get them to safety. He thought to himself, "If only I
could become a bird and lead them to safety, then they wouldn't have to
die."
He stopped and thought about it again. And he finally understood.
-- A subscriber has indicated this was originally titled 'Christmas
More Than Humbug' was credited to Louis Casself
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