Wake Dry Bones

. . . a pair of springtime robins had successfully made a home and raised a small family, sending them out on their own to procreate for themselves. Not surprisingly for me this memory seems impossible to erase and those very sensitive observations have tended to live on. Perhaps for each of us, author and reader alike, as we carry on in the mundane exercises of life there should be an occasional reminder of the robins and the determination they each had for life itself. And while the individuality that typifies our own personality will never be the same, the thought that one cannot deny is that life is a gift and we each were born for a purpose. If there were no other claim it might be to pull up our own pants, flap our beautiful wings and show ourselves off to the world in some glorious way. But wait, that would mean that we’ve allowed our melancholy personalities freedom to assign a somewhat shallow conclusion to the story when in actuality there should be no real ending. Lessons like this are meant to stimulate further brain activity, to go deeper into our very soul where other thoughts of personal conviction may have nudged us more recently. We’re not birds! Simply because we do some things instinctively ourselves should never corrale the way we think in any way. As humans we can reason and we must explore these observations further.

For some this could defy the way we have looked at life for so long. How are we to be challenged in matters such as the illustration of the robins? I believe that we could begin to ask questions of ourselves like, what has been our Godly progress as of late, to what disciplines have I been flagging, and so on. This is never easy because throughout our lives we have taught ourselves that these are questions for our intellect, and they’re not! The intellect wants to rationalize and we are left to argue with the subject at hand, but we must explore these observations further. This is where the Spirit of our souls longs to surpass the intellect because it discerns the thoughts and intent of the heart. If allowed the Spirit will pierce our very soul. Quite often what goes on in the soul is such a mystery that we aren't even aware of but like the robins we are called to something bigger, something more grandiose. But too, like baby robin, we’re scared to even look down. For us as humans to be all that we are intended to be may frequently demand that we combine the instinctive trust of the robins with a tenacious faith in the One who longs to hold us. This is self denying, to spiritually fly like the robin we must abandon the known for the unknown. And finally, as Christians, we must remember that it's only an examined life that is a life worth living. So I will say to you as I said to the robins and I say to myself, "Go for it my friend, you can do it, don’t be left behind! Don’t be afraid! What is the Spirit within you saying? You can recognize Him now on the fence top close by beckoning us each to take flight."