It’s the second day of January. A new month, a new year. Cold air nips at anyone’s nose outside. The living room fire is so delightful!
As I gaze out the window, winged life streaks by. Was that a robin?? In January?? Then, something flies by so quickly, but my trained eye notes something blue. I get up to look. Dozens of robins are peeking from among the holly tree’s red berries, which I was sure would have been eaten by now. Sure enough, a blue jay sits atop a neighboring tree branch.
I look down to our fish pond. Robins are drinking and… how can it be?? Some are bathing, splashing wintry water onto their wings! Is the water not too icy-cold for these beautiful creatures? The clouds overhead block any sun’s warmth, and the air temperature is near freezing. I hear bird calls for the first time since before the cold set in – what a joy! I feel hope in this scenic moment.
Somehow, these birds know that they will soon enough turn the corner to greet spring, as we humans turn our calendars to welcome a new year. They go about meeting their survival needs even in a climate that is less than optimal. Can we do the same for our spiritual lives? Drink from the source of wisdom for survival, even under difficult conditions?
What joy to hear bird songs again, noting their hope. The Universal Christ offers a lesson without pen and paper. Something to ponder.
Pondering Christ 