There was a man who took notice of sparrows.
Those that fell to the ground with broken wings.
He noticed them, gathered them,
bound their wings, and protected
them from predators
that would have likely made quick work of
these wounded creatures.
With gentle hands, he wiped the bloodied birds,
wrapped the broken bones,
and fed them until they mended.
Then he gave the confidence to fly again.
And fly we did.
Fly we do.
Who
will take his place?
will take his place?
There are two answers.
#1 Somebody
else.
else.
#2 Me.
And
it is not arrogance
it is not arrogance
that replies with the second answer.
It is what we are called to do.
To notice the pain of others,
to give sacrificially,
to live for something
BIGGER
than ourselves.
To cast every crown, every praise, every accolade
at the feet of Jesus.
To be
Jesus in skin.
Who will take his place?
We will.
Long live the memory of the man
who noticed.
Who was never
too busy
to shelter,
to mend,
and to teach us
to fly.
Beautiful!