National Geographic a decade or so 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 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 gently pushed it, three tiny chicks scurried out from under the 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. Then the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched 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.
Psalm 91:4 reminds us of God’s care for God’s children. It well illustrates this story from Yellowstone: “He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge.”
Someone described us modern people too well when he/she wrote these lines:
We take the silver out and polish it
With all the zeal that we can muster,
But leave religion on the upper shelf
Expecting it to hold its luster.
Supposing our children to be with us, we travel on.
Are your children with you?
Thank God for the mothers who try to give their children a sense of direction and purpose greater than their own self-gratification.
Happy Mother’s Day!