Lately I have seen a series of birds returning to the farm. Redwing blackbirds, northern cardinals, and eastern bluebirds are among the more colorful of them.
All morning there has been a male eastern bluebird perched on the side mirror of my truck, mesmerized by his own reflection in the passenger side window. Occasionally he flits over to it in a vain attempt to reach what he sees as an interloper. While the other birds are feeding, gathering nest material, or seeking mates, he is stuck there at the reflective surface, for several hours so far, captured by his own image.
Lest we make too much fun of our hapless bluebird friend, we should be reminded of how much time we spend mesmerized by our own image, doing our foolish things instead of what God intends us to do. I know that I spend entirely too much time in foolishness, wasting away the hours that I could have better spent doing what God has commanded me to do. Free time is an illusion. All time belongs to God.
The hammers of time are beating against the anvil of eternity. What are you forging there?
