Feed the Birds

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abundance, caring, generosity, God, Matthew, nature, The Sophia Center for Spirituality

I smile as I read the gospel this morning (MT 6:24-34) about how God cares for the lilies of the field and the birds of the air – and, of course, us. I’m thinking two thoughts in relation to the encouragement of that passage as God has a team of helpers at our house.

1.  Sister Elizabeth loves to watch the birds so we have feeders out – one for those eating “regular” food, one suet cake cage for the woodpeckers whose beaks must be made of iron and one summer addition filled with a sweet concoction for the hummingbirds who are only here for a few months in the summer. This year we have a new phenomenon with that last delight. What is meant to feed only the hummingbirds (who are an amazement to watch) has been discovered by almost all the birds – first the glorious Baltimore orioles, then the wrens and now even the small woodpeckers who may have eaten elsewhere and just come for dessert! How like me they are, preferring a sweet dessert to any other food they can find. Sugar water would certainly be preferable to plain old seeds for me if I were a bird. And since that feeder is attached to the glass door outside the kitchen, there are new diners to enjoy at all hours of the day. We can only wish that a few of them were window washers as well since some are very messy consumers!
2. Sister Paula loves creatures of all kinds and delights in watching them frolic or just pass through our yard each day which some do several times in 24 hours, knowing there will always be food from her hands. I am often surprised that some of them can still walk since they are not blessed with the sense of knowing when enough is enough for a meal.

How can I not smile as I see this reflection of God’s abundance and generosity played out daily right here in my own home?

 

 

 

 

 

Father’s Day

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caring, Father, father's day, Galatians, gratitude, holy, humble, Jesus, love of God, Luke, St. Paul, The Sophia Center for Spirituality

Today is one of those days when I find it difficult to determine a topic for reflection, not because there is nothing in the Scripture or from another source that draws me. Rather, the dilemma is choosing from a number of possibilities. The gospel text has Jesus asking, “Who do you say I am?” (LK 9:18-24), St. Paul speaks eloquently about our unity with his famous declaration that “there is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free person, male or female…” (GAL 3:26-29) and Psalm 69 fairly drips with longing, crying out to God, “For you my flesh pines and my soul thirsts like the earth parched, lifeless and without water…” I guess each of those citations speaks for itself, providing enough of a prompt for reflection without any need for commentary.

In that case, I will take the opportunity to say a word about Father’s Day. Now that I have cleared the way, however, I find it difficult to articulate anything of value because there is such diversity of relationship with fathers. So I decide to speak of my own experience and again words do not come easily. As with the Scriptures, there is too much to say about my father. I was incredibly blessed and proud to have been so loved in my life by such a bright, caring, humble, responsible, joyful, sincere, holy man. Oh yes, and there was that stubborn streak…One of the best gifts my father shared was his love of God. By example mostly, it was clear that everything in his life flowed from his faith and devotion. Actually, I could simply point to the day’s Scripture readings for a description of how God was in his life.

So here I am, back to the beginning with too much to say, so enough said! With a smile of remembrance as my companion I will spend the day in gratitude for my father and send a hope that the experience of fatherly love might touch each life sometime in some way.