“Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?” Matthew 2:26
Pretty little red birds sitting in the branches of a naked tree whose narrow trunk and spindly branches reach from the earth’s frozen ground as if lifeless- you are so gloriously unaware of the harsh realities of winter that surround you. Your very presence seems so unlikely in this scene in which you unknowingly play such an important role. Your beautiful coat of protective red feathers is such a stark contrast to the grey, dreary sky that hangs heavy with snow that promises to soon cover the prickly winter grass. The wind bites with sharp teeth that cut to the bone. Yet, you gather with three of your friends and sing a song. Perhaps it is a song to your Creator in whose security you know you can trust to cover you as you wait for the promise of spring.
You are a picture of hope! Hope that we so desperately need to survive from one day to the next. A hope that was proven by another tree that seemed to hold death, yet brought New Life through a resurrected Savior. A gift from an unchangeable God who takes care of the cardinal we take for granted, but who loves us even in our natural self-centeredness enough to care for our well-being at any cost to Himself. This unchangeable God of hope is the same yesterday, today and forever. Heb 13:8