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"My lover said to me, `Rise up, my beloved, my fair one, and come
away. For the winter is past, and the rain is over and gone. The flowers
are springing up, and the time of singing birds has come, even the cooing
of turtledoves. The fig trees are budding, and the grapevines are in
blossom. How delicious they smell! Yes, spring is here! Arise, my beloved,
my fair one, and come away.' " (Song of Solomon 2:10-13 NLV). This morning I let our dog
outside for her morning romp and looked up at the eave over the front
door. There, tucked into a
corner ledge, was a nest. I’ve never seen one there before and began to wonder what
kind of bird has decided to make that place her home. My first guess would
be a sparrow, though I have seen some wrens and cardinals do the same
thing at our house. Whatever it is, I can’t wait for spring to hear the
singing of the birds as they return from wintering grounds south of us. The songs of the birds are so easily unnoticed. John Burroughs, the famous naturalist, once wrote; "The song of the birds have some human significance, which, I think, is the source of delight we take in them. The song of the Bobolink, to me, expresses hilarity. The sparrows song, faith. The Bluebirds, love. The catbirds? Pride. The White-eyed Flycatcher, self-consciousness. That of the Hermit Thrush, spiritual serenity, while there is something military in the call of the Robin." Evolutionists have taught that the singing of the birds is for "...breeding activity and the need to protect their territory and food supply'" My response to this has always been how then does a canary in a cage singing continuously with its full repertoire of songs? Or, what about the Mockingbird's wide variety? Have you heard the somber sound of Mourning Doves as they call to one another on a summer evening? The Chickadees around the feeder in the wintertime are a happy little troupe. Chattering and teasing the larger Bluejays and feeding shoulder to shoulder with the Sparrows. One of my favorite sounds of the Starlings and Red-winged Blackbirds as they loudly announce the arrival of spring with all its newness and fresh smells. Let the evolutionists give credit to all this through death and survival, but I've heard no happy songs for death, only life. And that life came only by the Creator God who breathed it into each creature at the moment of creation. John Burroughs has a far more realistic approach. Birds sing, but not only for the declaring of their territory and attracting a mate, but for the benefit of man. It is a happy reminder in the morning and a soothing message at twilight. In fact, Beethoven, one of the greatest composers in history, clearly used the Blackbird's most famous motif for the final motif of his violin concerto, and I have no doubt that our Savior Himself takes great delight in the songs and beauty of His creation. It is a wonderful reminder that the winter of sin is over and the spring of salvation has begun in Christ. The time for singing is here! |
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