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No, I am not pregnant! But someone is expecting!

Recently, as a gas fitter was replacing a part on our pool furnace, he discovered a nest of tiny little eggs in the bushes behind the pool shed.

Way down into the bushes, into the dried grass and weeds a momma bird had hollowed out a place where she could see the sun, and anything else that might peer into her nest, but deep enough that it would be out of the line of sight of any going by.

The gas fitter discovered it because th

 

ere was this tiny, very verbal, bird that kept yapping, flitting back and forth. He had the presence of mind to realize that the behaviors exhibited by this bird were protective, and that there might be a nest somewhere, so he started to look around, and eventually discovered what this mamma was protecting.

Into that hollowed out nest were five of the tiniest eggs possible.

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And now we wait …

Mamma bird is starting to get accustomed to my intrusions … although I am not getting accustomed to her greeting. About every second day I crawl up onto the upper part of our back yard, perched precariously on my knees, then try to spy the spot where the nest is located. Each time I ‘get’ to experience deeper understanding of the element of surprise, when mamma bird comes flying out at my face, squawking to scare me away from the family she is protecting.

 

I have tried to assure her that her family is safe in my eyes, and that my hands will never touch her precious treasures, but I do not seem to be as good at communicating my intentions as she is at communicating hers.

As a mom, I have to say that swallow or sparrow mamma really could have chosen a better, more safe place to lay her eggs. If my beast was ever off leash, she could get her nose into that nest in no time, as could any other four-legged creature … and there are many of the feline variety who walk through our garden. There is so much possibility of harm that could come to she and her babes.

As there is to each of us.

We often live a little on the edge, with potential dangers all around.

But we have One who loves and protects us, because He made us. He formed the birds of the air, and cares for them … He formed man and woman, and He cares for us too.

We are His, and He sees we humans as his ‘pièce de résistance’. He gives us the promise that He will never leave us (Hebrews 13:5), that He cares for us (1 Peter 5:7), that He has loved us with an everlasting love (Jeremiah 31:3), and that we are more valuable than many … sparrows.

the value He places on us is

“So do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows.”
Matthew 10:31

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Why do I believe in an invisible God? Why do I believe that I am a sinner in need of a Savior? Why do I have faith in a man who was executed, who rose from the dead, and then was carried back up into the heavens?

Why do I call myself Christian?

I often wonder if those are the unvoiced questions of people around me who do not share the same beliefs. I often wonder if I have answered them myself, fully and completely. I wonder how many times I have left the scars on the hearts of others for how I have injured the name of the One I follow.

As I traverse this road of life, I do believe that to make such claims means I need to be confident of my beliefs, of my worldview.

From my earliest memories, I have been certain of the presence of an invisible God in my life, and the world. Call it predestination, or Karma or the gift of a awareness of the spiritual around me, as you wish. I think it is something similar, but different, I would call it discernment. Simply put, I believe that one of the peculiarities (or gifts) that my God created me with is a strong intuition of the unseen … I have not had the inner battles that many have had in coming to believe in Creator God, such as author, C. S. Lewis who said, “in the Trinity Term of 1929 I gave in, and admitted that God was God, and knelt and prayed: perhaps, that night, the most dejected and reluctant convert in all England.”

It is easy to know that I am a sinner and, as a mom, it is easy to know that we are born with the capacity to sin regularly, and fully. One only needs to spend one day with a toddler to know that we are programmed to not obey the word ‘no’. As an adult, I still struggle to obey the word ‘no’. I struggle to not treat others poorly, I struggle to tell the truth, I struggle to be genuine, to be reliable to be real. I sin and I need a Savior to redeem my sinful nature.

Why do I have faith in a man who was executed, who rose from the dead, and then was carried back up into the heavens? That is harder to answer, for how does one who holds faith so dearly, explain it to those who might not? It truly is a profound mystery. In the words of St. Thomas Aquinas, “to one who has faith, no explanation is necessary. To one without faith, no explanation is possible.”

So, why do I call myself a Christian?

I know that I am a flawed, unpredictable, unreliable, selfish, individual, and I cannot imagine following any other than One who is all that I am not, and who loves me to death, despite my state of undeserving. It is the grace that is available to me that is the rudder of this life, and there is no better navigator that I can find.

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