The Game
Its hard work to be attentive but its the only game in town.
Did you see the two magpies gorging themselves on rabbit
roadkill at the red light? They looked tickled pink to me.
When we envision Jesus’ dare to consider the birds its likely
we prefer slender mourning doves or busty robins or the
cardinal robed in medieval red but not magpies with bloody chins.
Yet there it stood, truth in black and white, the power of
life and death in the beak, this grandeur and mystery of a land
in which we have only been slightly involved.
John,I appreciate your blog and look forward to it always.You embody the scripture that tells us to be different.I’ll eat an extra rib in your honor at Deer Camp tonite.
A new take on an old thought. Thank you John!
I am so deeply thankful for your work and the way God has gifted you with words capable of radical perspective shifts in such stunning ways. Thank you and thank God. He really uses you on me…
Huh. I guess birds of prey are birds of the field, too. Huh. Sorta puts a whole new slant on things.