One of the perks of being retired is that I can go out on my porch early in the mornings to watch a production which no man has ever been able to produce. It is a drama, a musical, a comedy, a mystery and much, much more. Its unique artistic composition far exceeds every category or genre ever imagined by any human. It has run much longer than any Broadway play, dating back to the beginning of time. It is the same yet always different. With a cup of coffee in hand I await the performance.
Right on time, but slowly, the curtain begins to rise. In panoramic splendor the sun appears, it’s light so complete that it fills every space previously taken by night’s darkness. Breathtaking colors showcase the sky as the sun’s rays shine through the clouds. The cast of characters begin their entrance on stage and they are ready to play their parts.
The birds could be heard tuning their voices in the predawn, and right on cue they assume their spots, perching on the bird feeders to eat their breakfast. The sparrows, yellow finches, blue birds and red birds show off their lovely colors. The robins prefer to search the ground for their fill of insects and worms. The mockingbirds fly to a feeding post that they have claimed as their own. When other birds get too close those selfish hams chase them away, usually over dramatizing their parts. Their angry warning is very unmelodious which is strange since they have such a beautiful song when they behave themselves. The humming birds zoom to the feeder, take a few sips and zoom away taking their act to other houses in the neighborhood. A bevy of doves roost under the shrubs near the feeders. I wake them up when I go out to replenish the bird’s feeders. Those lazy doves don’t like that I have disturbed them from their sleep, and make a big fuss as they fly away. It’s never long before some of them return to get a few bites of bird seed and peanuts that have fallen on the ground .
The birds are not the only characters. Sometimes I see an angel waking from her sleep among the blooms of my mandevilla with petaled arms raising skyward to praise her creator. I watch my dog chasing a toad, but not sure he wants to catch it. Sometimes a bashful rabbit will join the cast as well as a squirrel or two looking to steal seed from the birds’ cherished stash. I make an off stage guest appearance by yelling at the squirrels to go away. Lizards, mice, a stray cat and even a snake have added to the wonder of the Master’s production.
When you take time to watch and listen to the sounds and sights of an early morning play you will never be disappointed. God provides all kinds of entertainment on his glorious stage. Instead of a standing ovation, worship and praise should be offered to the One who has created all things for us to enjoy, and thank him that he is always in control.
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