There's always one!
Lots of wonderful sparrow mothers come day by day to my bird table bringing their newly fledged offspring. Sometimes they only have one, mostly two and occasionally three. Usually the youngsters line up and queue
obediently on the gate like good British birds while she tucks in to the fatball and goes back and feeds them one by one. But there's always one that just can't wait it's turn. The others are watching and waiting their little wings flapping with great excitement
and anticipation as mum approaches... then bang. The impatient one dives in, unable to contain itself any longer, pushes itself to the front of the queue, grabs the food, swallows it down with appalling manners while the other two just sit there astonished
wondering how it happened that the tasty morsel that seemed to be on its way to them had been hijacked and snatched from their opened beaks at the very last moment. They look at each other in bewilderment and at mum who then goes back to the fatball to restock
and try again. While little miss impatient preens her feathers and flies back to the tree tremendously pleased with herself and it truth be known feeling rather full.
Isn't is just like that with us sometimes. Just when good things seem to be coming our way, at the last minute everything goes pear shaped or someone else gets the deal or the job or the praise and we are left
like astonished little sparrows wondering how it had happened....again.
Or maybe we are the impatient one always
pushing ourselves to the front of the queue and woe betide anyone else who tries to push in. Not leaving anything to chance we grab what we can when we can from whoever we can, because if we don't someone else will.
There have been plenty of impatient characters in Scripture and many who have grabbed what wasn't there's. Jacob, grabbed Esau's blessing. David grabbed
Uriah the Hittites wife Bathsheba(and had him killed in the process) Jezebel grabbed a poor mans' field again leaving a corpse behind. And in the new Testament, the Prodigal Son couldn't wait for his inheritance and Judas couldn't wait for the Romans to be
turfed out and tried to force Jesus' hand. Passion and urgency are great gifts- John the baptist had both, but impatience can be destructive and counter productive as I have learned when I try to hurry the yeast in my bread making.
What can the mother sparrow, the impatient offspring and her siblings teach us today?
What are we passionate about. What can't we wait for? Have we lost hope that anything good will ever come our way because everything always goes wrong at the last minute
(and well we don't deserve anything good anyway) Are we living as defeated people?What might we be in danger of taking out of someone else's hand. What might be tempted to take that isn't ours?