Let Us Remember The Little Birds... No Room In ...

Let us remember the little birds... NO ROOM IN THE INN? There was a little bird that came and lived at my house a few weeks. He and I became friends. I felt so sorry for that little bird. He seemed happy to jump around on the ground. He could no longer fly, but he could still sing. Could I ever be happy jumping on the ground? I think I am supposed to fly?

A mean cat visits sometimes and eats some of the birds that are welcomed at my bird feeders. This bird was so little. He had lost his flying ability. He could not reach the feeders. He just looked up to me when I was outside. I talked to him one day and I told the little bird he was always welcome at my house and I would try to help him.

I placed feed down on the corner of the patio and he found it. One day I was outside and I felt the bird hopping around and he seemed to say: He was thirsty, I said, Buddy I never thought about that. I placed water down on the ground level. Daily I gave him special food and water. I hoped he would fly again.

He seemed to enjoy it so much. We became friends. I even prayed he would again fly, but God didn't honor that request. There was a greater lesson than being happy flying, there was a lesson about being imprisoned by circumstances and still singing.

We became friends and I would talk to him and tell him he was always welcome here. I told him how special I thought he was. I also told him to watch out for the mean cat that came from time to time. He became friendly with me and would allow me nearer and nearer. I guarded not to place fear in him..

One day we came home and Linda said: Your little friend has passed away. His body is laying near your spot? I picked him up and carried him to the edge of the field, and I thanked God for letting me feed this little bird in his last days.

I thought how many small people just need a dear friend to do a little extra. Give some time? Show some love?

From Wade Hughes Sr. Sermon "Christmas May Be About Little Birds?"