His Eye is on the Sparrow I confess to irritation. It was hot. I felt like crap. We were just about to climb the stairs when Lucy called out, “A bird!” I swear, Lucy sees everything. Maybe I should have left her in thick glasses…. I stopped. It was a bird alright…a baby bird huddled against the bottom of the first step. It was young, just getting some feathers. Being in no shape to mess with a baby bird I started to climb the stairs, knowing the poor little thing would not survive long. “We just can’t leave him there.” To Lucy all things are him. “Hey, that’s up to you,” I tried the hard hearted bluff…but really the bird had fallen from its nest in the high rafters, probably injured with no chance of survival. We had not been inside a minute. Lucy bolted for the door with a paper towel, “I want to help that bird.” All I managed to get out, “LUCY!” Soon the bird was in a small box in the kitchen with a Chinese woman doing a Chinese squat in front of it… She hoped the bird would drink…no dice…and eat egg yoke… nope, not that either, but again and again she tried to pry his little beak open. Stone cold hearted, yah right, I suggested an eye dropper. We looked but that bird was out of luck. Lucy got the idea to put our little feathered friend back in the nest so the mother could feed it. She turned to me, “How can we get it up there?” I was puzzled, but then I remembered my spin doctor…a tennis tool that extends to about ten feet…that would do it, but how to hold the bird… I got some duck tape (maybe I should say bird tape) and made a little basket on top of the attached tennis ball. I was now pulling for the bird, but reaching the living room I found Lucy not waiting for me to deliver the goods… she was marching out to the upstairs porch with a golf club and bird in box…she attached a paper towel to the club head and laid the birdie on it…as I stood by with my long pole reading for the saving, but Lucy could not wait. Only five foot tall, she strained toward the rafter with the bird teetering on the brink of destruction. And then the worst befell the baby bird… the paper caught on the edge of the beam and the bird tumbled once again…this time to his end. He survived a few minutes…. Lucy was frantic. “I killed him…I killed the bird…I was so stupid to use that paper.” She tried to revive the little fellow but soon life ebbed away. She used her golf club to ease him up to a nest. It took a few hours for Lucy to forgive herself…maybe she still hasn’t though I kept insisting “You tried…that is all you could do.” Sometimes the heart of an atheist reveals the Maker… I could not help but be reminded…. His Eye is on the Sparrow…. And that in my afflictions His eye is constantly on me. And in your times of trouble too…Next time you see a bird sailing through the sky… remember YOU are worth much more than a sparrow… God bless who reads this.
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 03:00:49 +0000
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