Tweety Birdy is not free
Tweety bird is not free…
July 4, 2009 by vansky83 | Edit
Back when, we have four love birds caged in the house top. There’s one blue, one yellow and two white love birds.
During Christmas seasons something has changed, particularly in their behavioral pattern. Believing that winter is coming, the primal instinct of love birds is to flee to a warmer climate, yet because they are caged and stationary, all the birds ate more than the usual. For they are preparing themselves, thinking that there are no food during winter seasons. Because of the climate, the blue and the yellow love birds died. The cause I assume is over feeding and harsh coldness.
For I did not pay much attention till I was awake 3 am in the morning up in the house top, as I realized later that its freezing cold during wee hours in the morning.
I buried the yellow bird at the back yard which died first and the other one ( blue ) who died weeks later was thrown into the garbage bag by my mom.
The remaining two birds survived the ordeal of cold seasons. But because of the moist and inhabitable surroundings. One of the white birds grew fungus on his cheek and feet, making his legs, swollen. The clean bird kept cleaning the fungus out of the legs and face of the sick bird. And believing that they would suffer the same fate as the last two colored birds I opened the cage. I felt pity for them. I took my chances, though it would cause conflict with my brother, for the reason that these birds are not mine. Wala anda to buy them.
At first I left the cage open and no one amongst them would fly.
But I believed that the clean bird will be the one to fly as the other is weak and infected.
I was really presumptuous that the clean bird was the one to fly first than the one with fungal infections. But to my surprise, the one who had swollen feet and fungus was the one who was gone, leaving the clean bird on the cage.
The questionable part is… I left the cage open for hours without looking. And the clean bird is still inside.
it is the will to live that has driven the birds to choose their separate destiny.
There is no irony in this story. For the one who is about to loose his life is the one who strives more to gain life and he who has life is content with having no more than what he already has.
I understand now that sickness nor health does not count in order for us to survive. But it is the will, that directs us, and gives open chances of survival.
Then it struck me, that the cage represents the world. The birds, represents men. Both men have been given fair chances to know God ( through the cage ). But the seemingly clean man, healthy and abundant with worldly things does not excel to seek more than what he has, but the other man who is weak and sickly, seeks life and stumbles upon the feet of God. And God gave him a chance to use the purpose of his wings as he saw the purpose of his life through our Lord Jesus Christ. That in our lives, there is more than the world can offer. God created something better for us more than what we could ever imagine, more than we could see. And our freedom may taste bitter at first, for the first flight is always hard, especially when we are born prisoners of this world, yet believing as much would strengthen our wings so we could soar much higher, and glide deeper. As we fly alongside God. There is a greater truth to life than the cage of the world. And to see it His way is to roam an endless sky of happiness for us to fly. And find freedom at last.
Amen…
July 4, 2009 by vansky83 | Edit
Back when, we have four love birds caged in the house top. There’s one blue, one yellow and two white love birds.
During Christmas seasons something has changed, particularly in their behavioral pattern. Believing that winter is coming, the primal instinct of love birds is to flee to a warmer climate, yet because they are caged and stationary, all the birds ate more than the usual. For they are preparing themselves, thinking that there are no food during winter seasons. Because of the climate, the blue and the yellow love birds died. The cause I assume is over feeding and harsh coldness.
For I did not pay much attention till I was awake 3 am in the morning up in the house top, as I realized later that its freezing cold during wee hours in the morning.
I buried the yellow bird at the back yard which died first and the other one ( blue ) who died weeks later was thrown into the garbage bag by my mom.
The remaining two birds survived the ordeal of cold seasons. But because of the moist and inhabitable surroundings. One of the white birds grew fungus on his cheek and feet, making his legs, swollen. The clean bird kept cleaning the fungus out of the legs and face of the sick bird. And believing that they would suffer the same fate as the last two colored birds I opened the cage. I felt pity for them. I took my chances, though it would cause conflict with my brother, for the reason that these birds are not mine. Wala anda to buy them.
At first I left the cage open and no one amongst them would fly.
But I believed that the clean bird will be the one to fly as the other is weak and infected.
I was really presumptuous that the clean bird was the one to fly first than the one with fungal infections. But to my surprise, the one who had swollen feet and fungus was the one who was gone, leaving the clean bird on the cage.
The questionable part is… I left the cage open for hours without looking. And the clean bird is still inside.
it is the will to live that has driven the birds to choose their separate destiny.
There is no irony in this story. For the one who is about to loose his life is the one who strives more to gain life and he who has life is content with having no more than what he already has.
I understand now that sickness nor health does not count in order for us to survive. But it is the will, that directs us, and gives open chances of survival.
Then it struck me, that the cage represents the world. The birds, represents men. Both men have been given fair chances to know God ( through the cage ). But the seemingly clean man, healthy and abundant with worldly things does not excel to seek more than what he has, but the other man who is weak and sickly, seeks life and stumbles upon the feet of God. And God gave him a chance to use the purpose of his wings as he saw the purpose of his life through our Lord Jesus Christ. That in our lives, there is more than the world can offer. God created something better for us more than what we could ever imagine, more than we could see. And our freedom may taste bitter at first, for the first flight is always hard, especially when we are born prisoners of this world, yet believing as much would strengthen our wings so we could soar much higher, and glide deeper. As we fly alongside God. There is a greater truth to life than the cage of the world. And to see it His way is to roam an endless sky of happiness for us to fly. And find freedom at last.
Amen…
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