It's Christmas morning. I could not sleep in. I have never been able to sleep in on Christmas. There is too much going on and I don't want to miss it. I am glad I got up early, because outside my window was an Avian Christmas Worship. The birds worshiped with their song and their dance.
Morning sun and cloud shadow dramatically lit my front yard stage. Songbirds provided the music. The dancers were flittering, twittering, fluffing feathers, strutting their stuff... They sang. They danced. They worshiped. And God enjoyed Himself. So did I.
The big woodpecker with the red racing stripe came to show off. The titmouse and his family dropped in. The finches were here. Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal, always attentive to each other, danced a duet. The grosbeak clan did not want to be left out. The chickadees showed off their wardrobe. They certainly know how to make plain grey and black shine like a rainbow. The old screech owl who lives across the street flew by and laughed as he scared the other birds. They all knew it was Christmas Day. It was special.
They danced in the presence of their Creator. Jesus is always present in their reality. They know not His absence. Christmas Day celebrates the Presence of Jesus. The birds had to worship. They could not help themselves.
Their worship touched my soul. The birds reminded me to worship freely. I need to worship with all of my lifeforce and hold nothing back. I need to sing and fly as I worship. If I can relax and get my worship on, maybe I can give God as much glory as these birds have given.
Glory to God, The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit,
as it was in the beginning, and is now, and evermore shalt be, world without end.
So be it. Amen!
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