On a
recent morning "cousin" walk on Cedarwood in Nashville, I came across
a bird church.
For some reason that woodland
anomaly of sorts, spoke volumes.
A quiet place. A gathering spot
for the flock. A place for feeding.
A place under the cross as if they to are atune to the one who feeds the
birds of the air. (Matthew 6:25)
A bird church---not unlike my own
church or the church at the end of Cedarwood.
A place for God’s flock, although
we’re more like stubborn sheep at times, to gather. That Monday, the Cedarwood
congregation came to view the eclipse together and even invited us to join.
God’s church. A place to go and
be fed. Often times it’s a place of quiet prayer. Other times, especially
Wednesday nights and “fellowship Sundays,” it’s a place of “chowing down” for
physical sustenance.
On Sundays, church is a place for
spiritual sustenance as we come together to “feast” on God’s word and be
nourished by it, just as the early church did.
Continually devoting themselves
to the apostles’ teaching (their
words came straight from God Himself) and to fellowship to the breaking of
bread and to prayer. (Acts 2:42)
For me, church is the wise
choice. It nourishes me spiritually and relationally with both God and man. I
know “some” folks don’t feel that way. God’s word in Hebrews 10:24-25, says, “….not
forsaking our own assembling together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging
one another.”
I don’t want to be one of the “some”
because I not only want to encourage others but I am so blessed by the encouragement I receive
as well.
I am grateful for the little bird
church in the woods which reminded me to choose church!
