THE MOTHER BIRD'S GIFT
An article in National Geographic several years
ago provided a penetrating picture of God's wings. After a forest fire
in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers began their trek up a
mountain to assess the inferno's damage.
One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched
statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened by
the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick. When he struck
it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother's wings.
The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had carried her
offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her
wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise. She
could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies. When
the blaze had arrived and the heat had singed her small body, the
mother had remained steadfast.
Because she had been willing to die, so those under the cover of her
wings would live.
"He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt