I recently came across some disturbing news. Wildlife health experts are investigating reports of songbirds that are sick or dying. This spans across several states. Despite numerous tests, diagnosis has remained inconclusive and our fine-feathered friends continue to struggle with a mysterious condition. This truly saddens me as one of the things that I most look forward to is the sound of the return of the songbirds. I know spring is upon us, despite the remains of crusty snow, when I hear their herald from the still dead looking trees.
Our pastor brought a message to us in which he presented Lucifer as beautiful and Heaven’s worship leader; most theologians concur that this was the case. Then pride got the best of him and he was booted from those wondrous celestial realms. Guess who pastor presented as the worship void fillers? Us! I never looked at it that way. So not only does satan hate us because we’re first, made in the image of God, but second, we took his job. Well, okay, to be honest, not all of us have taken his job.
Years ago I battled with a severe complaining problem. Looking back, I can see now it was a spiritual genetic condition the devil tried to pass on to me. I hated it! There were times I couldn’t stand to hear myself talk. I’m not kidding. I felt like any mountain I circled a million times I deserved because of my seemingly uncontrollable urge to complain. Sometimes I find that I still succumb to it. Aargh!
Pastor Thomas’ message also made me think of something else, a scripture from Nehemiah 8:10 KJV “…the joy of the LORD is your strength.”
If my Gram were still with us, she’d probably say she’s never seen anything like what our world has become. I hear that a lot from elderly people that I know. We are seeing many weak, discouraged people and who could blame them? Especially since the “pandemic”, disruptions in the nations, an ineffective president of the United States, gender confusion — which I honestly don’t get. A person’s equipment is a good indication as to what’s going on with a person’s gender. Feelings don’t change things. If someone steps off a 10 story building because they feel like they’re going to fly, gravity is still going to be working.
What’s the solution to all this nonsense? JOY. That seems counter-intuitive when situations are so bleak. But did you ever try to remain discouraged while feasting on good praise and worship music? Or when thanksgiving is flowing from your own tongue? Listen, I know it’s difficult sometimes. I’m not totally immune to the chaos surrounding me. There are days when I get out of bed wanting to go right back and cover my head and try again the next day. But the times when I don’t cave to the negative feelings and instead battle against them with gratitude and praise and dance, the whole atmosphere changes. It changes because according to Psalm 22:3 God inhabits the praises of His people and He doesn’t let anything negative in His presence. Isn’t that wonderful? A simple solution, but do you know how many times we fail to utilize that particular “escape” button?
Join me in taking note of the birds and sing out a song today with Go Fish by going to the link below. Oh, and let’s say a prayer for our struggling songbirds, the ones of the feathered kind and the ones of the human kind.