BROKEN WINGS

It had finally broke through–the first rays of sunshine after a cold and bitter winter.  The town park was filled with excitement as young and old could hardly wait to get into the warmth of the day.  Young couples sat on blankets laughing with their babies as their older children ran after butterflies.  Elderly couples sat on park benches, that where strategically placed among flowers and statues, holding hands and breathing in the sweet smell of spring time.

Down the pathway came joggers and runners with their heads turned upward drinking in the rays of energizing sunlight.  Teen boys filled the park with skates, skateboards, and friendly games of basketball, while teenage girls talked sending the boys an ocassional glance and smile.  It was indeed a beautiful day.

As I scanned the crowd it was apparent that all things were in place.  Happiness filled the air.  Then it happened.  One child hollered for his parents.  Then there was another and another.  They had been playing close to the shrubbery that border the park perimeter.  Frantic parents began to run towards their children.  Soon a small crowd had gathered.

Children were crying as they pointed to a small bird beneath the prickly shrubs.  The small bird was frightened and tried to defend itself from the growing crowd.  Many were afraid to try and pick it up.

“What if it peaks me?”, one lady asked.

“Oh, my the germs it must have”, another said.

Each one had their own excuse for not tending to the bird and soon began diverting their children’s attention to other things.  Watching from a nearby bench, a lone elderly gentleman began to whistle softly and walk slowing to where the bird had fallen.  Gently he scooped the bird up in his hands and began to comfort him with reassuring words.  “I’ll get you help little one and soon you will be flying with your friends again.”  The elderly man took his jacket off making a soft nest for the bird and drove him to the animal hospital.

Like the others, he could have left the bird there to fend for itself.  He could have offered all kinds of excuses not to help.  But he didn’t.

Too often in life we pass by those who are broken, damaged and in need of reassuring words.  We all have our excuses, we even try to justify them into a truthful reason, while walking away.  What would have happened to the lame man if his friends would have had excuses?  What if they had given up when they saw that the house was full?  What would have happened if they had not carried him to the roof?  (Mark 2:1-12)

We all fall, we all get broken, we all get damaged from time to time.  As children of God we are suppose to love one another, to encourage one another, and to help one another.

“We then that are strong ought to bear the infirmities of the weak, and not to please ourselves.  Let every one of us please his neighbor for his good to edification.”  Romans 15:1-2

“Brethren, if a man be overtaken in a fault, ye which are spiritual, restore such a one in the spirit of meekness; considering thyself, lest thou also be tempted.  Bear ye one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.”  Galatians 6:1-2

“For all the law is fulfilled in one word, even this; Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.”  Galatians 5:22

Father, it is our prayer that you would open our eyes, our ears and our hearts to the cry of many who are hurting this day.  Help us to love them enough to take them to you.  We can’t fix them, but you can.  You are the mender of broken things.  You are the potter which remolds and reshapes us.  You alone have the power to change lives and give peace.  Use us Lord, in some way to bring those that are in need to Your arms of healing.  In Jesus name, Amen.

 

For I know~Renee

Job 19:25-27

 

 

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