fly little birdie...

I saw a bird today. A little bird inside the church. I thought it was attacking people and I wanted it to attack me so I could have the chance to catch it. But all that notion vanished when it nestled on a table a few chairs in front of where I was seated. It was a little birdie. It wasn't attacking people. It was a little birdie who still didn't know how to fly well. It looked a little lost too. I found it strange that he was learning how to fly inside a church. But then, I thought, what better place?

It then went on top of the confession barrier [you know, that little wall which separates you from the priest while you tell him your deepest darkest regrets in life]. It stayed there all throughout the eucharist. I know it's bad but I couldn't take my eyes off the little birdie. I wasn't able to catch what the priest was saying because my eyes were glued and my mind was racing.

I find it fascinating that a little bird knows where to go when it feels lost and weak. Maybe he didn't really mean to go to the House of God, maybe it was all coincidence, but it's nice to think that a little bird like him knew where to go. It makes us, humans, seem more lost than he is.

I think, for what it costs, we should take a hint from that little birdie. Take a leaf from his book.

Ask guidance from the Father for only He can make us fly...