In the quietness before dawn, the Robin wakes to consider. Rested, healthy, feathers to preen, hunger to notice, thus a hunt to enjoy.
Following his musings (taking stock of who he is):
Publicly, loudly, shamelessly, he gives thanks to God before the hunt begins. The open window has been our seat midst the symphony.
He cannot hide his heritage. Never does he consider the miracle of flight. He is a Robin.
Can the Christian hide his heritage?
Does the Christian consider the miracle of belief?
Can the Christian desire that he were not a Christian?
Remember the Robin before he is gone for the season. He has been a faithful and radiant display of how Man should treat his own place and the God who made him.
Remember the Robin while he is gone, that faithfulness may attend your winter days. When HE returns will he find you having been faithful?
Consider, the Robin cannot be an Aardvark.