The Call of the Birds


In the Name of Kind and Beautiful, Precious Beloved Lord

Wherever I may be, wherever I may sleep, the sound is the same. Wherever I may be, wherever I may sleep, the cocophany is the same. Birds of different feathers, birds of different stripes, birds of different walks come together and sing in the hours before dawn. They come together and sing their hearts out. They sing in praises of the Lord.

I do not comprehend their songs, but I know of which they sing. They sing of the Glory of the Precious Beloved, of His Majesty, of His Beauty, of His Grace, of His Awe, of His Power. I know that they sing of the Lord’s Mercy and His unending provision and generosity. I know that they sing of His Justice, of His Kingship, and of His Everlasting Love. Their songs are beautiful, singing about the Most Beautiful One in the Universe.

It is as God’s Word says it is:

The seven heavens extol His limitless glory, and the earth, and all that they contain; and there is not a single thing but extols His limitless glory and praise: but you [O men] fail to grasp the manner of their glorifying Him! Verily, He is forbearing, much-forgiving! (17:44)

Yet, I know that they also sing to me: they call out to me, reminding me of the obligation I have to the Lord each and every morning before the sun rises in the East. I know that they call out to me, challenging me to overcome my weaknesses and get up and praise the Lord with my body and tongue. I know that they call out to me, scoffing at my horrible ingratitude, continuing to sleep as my Lord blessed me so very much in the previous 24 hours.

Why do I not heed the call of the birds much more often?

Every morning, I struggle to heed the call of the birds, reminding me of the call of the Lord, who asks me to come to Him for success. Other calls move me much more strongly, but when I behold the call of the birds, the fog of slumber becomes ever more thick, ever more opaque. Other calls move me more strongly, but when I behold the call of the birds, my flesh and bones become heavier and more difficult to mobilize. Other calls move me more strongly, but when I behold the call of the birds, I listen to the siren call of the Whisperer, who sings me back to sleep with his sinister lullaby.

Sometimes I win, many times I do not.

I am so very ashamed to admit my failure. I am so very ashamed at my hypocrisy. I am so very ashamed at my ugliness in the face of my Lord’s Beauty.

Why do I not heed the call of the birds much more often?

It is such a beautiful time of day: peaceful and quiet; cool and serene; calm and calming; the day opens up its arms and reaches out to embrace His servants who seek His bounty and provision. What better time to extol His glory, praise His Worthy Name, and humble oneself to His Majesty and Power?

So why do I not heed the call of the birds much more often?

Because of my ugly hypocrisy, plain and simple. And for this I seek His forgivness and grace. My Lord, You are most Beautiful, and every single second of my life, You show me Your Beauty again, and again, and again, and again. Each and every second of my life, I reap the benefits of Your Love and Your Peace. Each and every second of my life, Lord, I bask in the warm glow of Your life-giving Light.

Yet, despite all of this, I fail to heed the call of the birds that You sent to me for my benefit.

Thus, my Lord, I ask for Your Forgiveness. Forgive my ugliness in the face of Your Beauty. Forgive my miserliness in the face of Your Generosity. Forgive my ingratitude in the face of Your Bounty. Forgive my hypocrisy in the Face of Your Grace. Forgive my weakness in the face of Your Strength. Forgive my patheticness in the face of Your Soothing Mercy and Protection. My Lord, my God! I am ashamed of my weakness, and I have nothing to say but “Forgive me, please!” Forgive me, my Lord, for I have no One else but You to whom to turn.

And please, my Lord, give me the strength, the muster, the power, the privilege to heed the call of the birds for the rest of my days. In Your most Holy Name I ask this. Amen.

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