The sound of birds this morning in my yard was startling. The creative calls, vast in spectrum and diverse in tones, even when recorded could not adequately depict the setting. We live in a town on a busy street, and yet the choir of birds was unreal. I should have been on safari, then the melodic chatter would have seemed normal; but, no, I was sitting at my house – situated smack dab in the middle of a dusty town surrounded by a busy street, bustling street vendors, and a cluster of tin-roofed shacks. How can they sing in a place like this?
Madagascar is known for its natural beauty, and is a habitat for many unique creatures. Tourists will leave the chaos of the city limits to enter the peaceful countryside and experience her beauty. Our third-world town is hardly an attractive environment. Yet, even in the city, the birds sing.
Birds sing and chatter because it is what they were made to do. Listening to them do what they do is rather an unexpected, but astounding enjoyment. The world benefits when we do what we were created to do. We were created to worship.
Psalm 95 says:
“Come, let us shout joyfully to the Lord, shout triumphantly to the rock of our salvation! Let us enter His presence with thanksgiving; let us shout triumphantly to Him in song. For the Lord is a great God, a great King above all gods. The depths of the earth are in His hand, and the mountain peaks are His. The sea is His; He made it. His hands formed the dry land. Come, let us worship and bow down; let us kneel before the Lord our Maker. For He is our God, and we are the people of His pasture, the sheep under His care.” ~ Psalm 95:1-7, Holy Bible HCSB
We can step out today and choose to worship Him in any environment. The birds outside of my house reminded me that I am here to do just that. I’ll take my cue from them.