His Eye is on the Swallow

This past Saturday we had a church clean up day to take care of somethings that needed to be done. There was cleaning on the inside to be done, two dump truck loads of topsoil to be spread and planted with grass, and pressure washing. I wore my rain bibs and boots and took to some pressure washing. 

As I pressure washed the front of the building with another gentleman from church he stopped me as he realized the Chimney Swallow nest built in the corner of the porch was occupied. We both thought it was empty as it had been there for a little while. There was to be no more spraying on that side of the porch, but sadly the damage was already done. The saturated nest fell to the ground, full of baby swallows. It was a sad moment. I never  wanted to hurt the poor little birds. I’ve learned a lesson to always be more attentive to those things. 

But, that wasn’t the only lesson I learned. It wasn’t long afterwards I was thinking about the plight of the poor little critters that the words of the Lord Jesus came to my mind.

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

The greater context is about persecution: 

What I tell you in the dark, say in the light, and what you hear whispered, proclaim on the housetops. And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather fear him who can destroy both soul and body in hell. Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows. – Matthew 10:27-31

If the Lord knows about the sparrows that fall to the ground, I’m certain he knows about the Chimney Swallows that fall to the ground also. If the Lord cares for them in his providence and Jesus says that his disciples are worth far more than many sparrows. We are sure to be kept by the love and providence of the Father, always. He knows the number of hairs upon our heads, he knows our sufferings, he knows the persecution upon his beloved church, and he cares and tends to his church all the while. He’ll never stop doing it. In that beloved, I rejoice. 

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