A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves and ate the fellow, raw.
I read this in my daily Hazeldon reading and while the reading went on to talk about how we all see things and each other differently; the first thought that popped into my head was *how often do we do this to our fellow man?*
We think others don’t see when we judge another person; but often our facial expressions shows our every thought. We think others don’t hear when we say something negative about our fellow man-but even a change in our tone can reflect our true thoughts. And let’s not forget about all the times we blantantly say derogatory things about another regardless of who is hearing. Or what about those times we simply ignore another person, shun them as it were, acting as though they were invisible. Do we ever consider that these very actions are the same as cutting a worm in half and eating it raw.
While we watch the bird perform this very action and ‘know’ that this is a *bird thing* and we know we would never do such an act because, well, humans just don’t eat worms—yet every day of our life there is a possibility that we have performed this same action (in principle) toward our fellow man; the same fellow man that was created in the image of God just as we are created in the image of God.
So, regardless of what we think of the birds need to cut worms in half and eat them raw; regardless of our fantasy that our thoughts and actions and words are secret; let us remember that while we may hide our ugliness from the most of the world, we can never hide our ugliness from God. Let us live our lives so that each day we cannot be ashamed of our words, thoughts or actions, but instead grow more and more Christ like each day.
The sewing machine cabinet was my grandma’s…the old, old type with a treddle. I can remember playing on it as a kid. Later on when that machine bit the dust, grandpa made it so grandma’s new-fangled electric machine would fit in the cabinet. That machine had long stopped working, but mine (the one resting in the case now) is still going strong. Dad bought it for me when I was in the 8th grade. He had told me if I learned to sew he would buy me a sewing machine. I did and he did. The other day I took grandma’s dead machine out of the cabinet and with Ana’s help we put mine in it. Yay!!!! Life is good.