You ever walk down a street and see pigeons lining a telephone poll or clustered on ledges of buildings? I have seen that also. And when I do, I think to myself: they’re having church! Yep. Church is in session. Now, which one is the preacher? Which one? Ah, there he is, the one in the middle of the group. I don’t know, but there is something about that particular pigeon that makes me think that he is the anointed one. Maybe it’s the two deacons perching on either side of him. But, yeah, he is the preacher. Looks like a huge congregation. I wonder if they are all there? Oh, oh, here flies in a late comer. Probably had to get the kids off to Sunday School class before winging into church herself. Most of the members seem to take no notice as she glides in…but look, the last two members in line moves over and lets her slide in. That is so cool.
Now, before you reach for your smart phone to google the men in the white jackets to come check on me, think about it and tell me you have never seen birds in a clustered line on telephone wires or animals together who seem to be in conversation with one another and wondered what they are talking about. God made us all and we all have souls.
That living and breathing things have souls is brought home to me in one of my favorite novels: Their Eyes Were Watching God written by Zora Neale Hurston. I will not review it here for you, we will save that for another discussion. If you haven’t read it, please, do so. I recommend it wholeheartedly.
There are passages in her novel where Ms. Hurston shows how soulful (human-like) animals and birds are. Zora Neale Hurston is so wonderful with word pictures when it comes to down-home descriptions.
In one passage, of Their Eyes, she tells the story of the funeral of the town’s favorite mule and how after the townspeople had left after holding their ritual at the mule’s resting place, which was on top of the ground, the buzzards hold their ‘service’. And how, even though the buzzards were hungry to eat, they had to wait until the head buzzard (the Parson) who was watching from a tree some miles off and who knew what was going on and was as famished as the rest of the buzzards, but he “sat motionless” where he was because “decorum demanded that he sit oblivious until he was notified.” (Italics mine).
After a designated, buzzard messenger flies to ‘notified’ him, the Parson joins the rest and like the townspeople, the buzzards hold their own ritual over the mule.
Their Eyes Were Watching God is one of the books that I would choose to take with me were I ever stranded on a desert island, along with my Bible, of course.
It is a wonderful blessing how God shows Himself and how He has a message for us everywhere and anywhere; be it is in a novel, or in observing a bunch of birds perching on a telephone wire–holding service.
Just wanted to share those thoughts with you.
Here’s wishing you a blessed and healthy and happy and goal filled 2018.
Always with love,