By Elizabeth Prata
I killed a baby bird. I didn’t mean to. I was actually an innocent bystander. It happened as I was driving up the road, on a divided highway at about 50 mph. The baby brown thrasher was flying low, and hit my windshield. He’d tried to veer at the last minute. He would have made it, too, but instead he hit the corner of my windshield a few inches too late.
For such a small bird his collision made a huge thunk. I glanced in my rear view mirror and he was tumbling wing over wing in the shoulder of the road.
First, I was glad I had seen what made the thunk. It was loud and would have gotten me discombobulated if I’d heard the sound but didn’t know what was the matter. I’d have thought the radiator had fallen out of the car or something.
However, I also felt bad I’d seen that l’il thing meet his end at the hands of my windshield. Birds are so pretty, so delicate, so precious.
I thought further as I went up the road. The Lord knew that would be the bird’s last day.
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. (Matthew 10:29)
Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God. (Luke 12:6)
It’s an amazing thought, knowing our heavenly Father takes care of all things on earth, especially His children, who are more valuable than a sparrow.
Look at the birds of the air: They do not sow or reap or gather into barns–and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? (Matthew 6:26).