Today I was trying to leave church and a fox sparrow was jumping all over my windshield. I’d never seen such a thing. At first I thought it was finding seed among a few dry leaves caught behind my windshield wipers. But it wasn’t. It was hopping every which way, except off my windshield.
“What’s up, buddy?” I asked, somewhat rhetorically, I suppose. Most people don’t make a habit of talking to animals.
Like most birds, he didn’t answer, unless you considered his increasingly frenzied hops up and down and across my windshield an answer.
I stepped out of the car to make sure he was uninjured. He hopped up into a nearby tree; then, once I closed myself back into my car, dropped back onto the windshield to hop back and forth energetically.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve never seen a bird do that before, so I had to ask myself what was going on. And having just come from church, my mind did turn immediately to scripture:
“Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God.” (Luke 12)
It seemed like my little sparrow was trying to remind me, as vigorously as he could:
“Hey, you! God’s got it covered! All of it! Enjoy the rest of the day, OK?”
He jumped off my car to the ground and disappeared.
“Hey, you! All of you! God’s got it covered! All of it! Enjoy the week, OK?”