We who preach and write, do so in a manner different from which the Scriptures have been written. We write while we make progress. We learn something new every day. We speak as we still knock for understanding...If anyone criticizes me when I have said what is right, he does me an injustice. But I would be more angry with the one who praises me and takes what I have written for Gospel truth than I would be with the one who criticizes me unfairly. -Augustine


Wings of Truth

If you’ve ever had lunch at an outdoor restaurant, you may have noticed a little brownish-gray bird just waiting to snatch up some crumbs that fall from the table. Sometimes they gather up enough courage to swipe the food right off the table. Usually I’m very protective of my food–I loathe dirty insects that try to grab a free lunch–but for some reason I don’t feel that way about that little grayish-brown bird. They seem to have better manners. They wait patiently, then delicately and unobtrusively alight for their plunder. Yet all the time, they are cautious, avoiding close contact. They stand by in the distance, watching and waiting.

They are found on the streets, in alleys, in villages and in cities. They frequent parks, the beach, and the mountains. Just throw some breadcrumbs out of your window, and suddenly they appear. They are everywhere!

As I travel, I have observed that they can be seen wherever I go: at the Colosseum in Rome, or in the courtyard of the Louvre in Paris. They are in the countryside of Frankfurt and on the beaches of Hawaii. They are found in the frigid temperatures of Alaska and along the heated banks of the Rio Grande. They have been spotted on the streets of Munich, beyond the wall of Berlin, the coast of Africa, the farms of China, and nesting in the bushes of Moscow.This little bird seems to be everywhere, and yet they seem to go unnoticed by most.

They have been around since the beginning of time. The Creator Himself used them as an illustration which remains one of the most well know illustrations of modern time–a little bird that carries a very big truth: “Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? And one of them shall not fall to the ground without your heavenly Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not, therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.” (Matthew 10:29)

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