Rufus

August 6th, 2020

What then is Apollos? What is Paul? Servants through whom you believed, as the Lord assigned to each. I planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the growth. So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything, but only God who gives the growth. He who plants and he who waters are one, and each will receive his wages according to his labor. For we are God’s fellow workers. You are God’s field, God’s building.
1 Corinthians 3:5-9

Grace and peace friends,

Early in the spring, Amy went on an online shopping spree. She bought a birdfeeder, a bird bath, a humming bird feeder, one of those weird cagey ones that you put those weird bricks into, and a dish to put in jelly for bees. As the big 30 gets closer, things like how much rain we got, bird feeders, and gardens have become more and more appealing. So I was excited to see what kind of native Roseville birds would visit our modest wildlife buffet.
Well, spring came and went. Summer began, the flowers grew and bloomed. I put seeds in the ground for our garden. And most mornings I would wake up and as my coffee was brewing, I would look out my kitchen window at the vacant birdfeeder feeling like we were doing something wrong. The seed wasn’t good enough. We need the right kind of seed to attract the native birds. The position of the feeder was too close to the house. The wiring is too small, they can’t get in there. Or maybe, just maybe they’re afraid of the 6 foot tall, long-haired, freckled lunatic standing in the window glaring at a overflowing feeder. Numerous times I would ask Amy, “Should we move it?” “Should we buy different seed?” “Why aren’t the birds coming?” And every time Amy would respond with, “They just need time to get used to it. My mom said it took a year for birds to stop by theirs.” So I continued grumbling about it while doing nothing.

I had pretty much forgotten about it as it began blending in with the scenery of the house. Last week while on vacation, I made a list of things I want to accomplish around the house; Wash windows, clean the garage, get rid of some junk, that sort of thing. While I was out and about, lo and behold, birds! A ton of birds showed up out of nowhere! So I thought to myself, “Surely they are loving the birdfeeder and bird bath! When I checked, they were all just flying past it. In a flock of what seemed like 20 birds, not one seemed to care that my wife went on a shopping spree in March. I resigned myself to the fact that maybe we just weren’t bird people, and at least I wouldn’t have to add “refill birdfeeder” to my chore list.
So you could imagine my shock last Sunday, as we sat at our kitchen table to join a zoom baby shower, I saw a chickadee. Who I promptly named Rufus. Rufus has two friends who have been coming around every day to jump in and out of our feeder! I could already hear the “I told you so” from Amy, luckily she has the grace not to rub that sort of thing in. As I sat and watched these little birds fly around our flower garden enjoying a meal and a drink, I thought of the text from 1 Corinthians. That we can try in our own human ways to do everything in our power to make something happen, but in the end it seems God is the one to make life spring up, burst through, or fly down into our lives. That God cares for the little things, and that when God brings the little things like the flowers and the birds around, we are reminded that God cares for us as well. My friends, in the midst of the turmoil that is happening around us everyday, never forget God cares for us just like God cares for the birds and the flowers. Sometimes we just need to be patient.

Shalom,
Pastor David Hodd