By Charles Towne
One thing I have noticed in my somewhat eventful life is that animals are very perceptive people.
I mean, think of it, they live, and survive on a very primitive level, and yet, just perhaps, and forgive my sacrilege, but they often reflect the character of our Lord and master much more than people.
What in the world do I mean by making such a statement?
Well, take the issue of trust. Here we are, supposedly a higher life form, and yet we go about our lives wearing a diadem of fear as though it were our sole purpose in life.
Yeah, we are afraid. We are afraid of people, animals, the dark, even God, which is more the pity. We even fear ourselves, or so it seems!
Animals have reason to fear us, after all, we slaughter them for food, and if we don’t eat them we kill them for sport.
In my eighty plus years of hobnobbing with animals as a naturalist, zoo director, and wildlife videographer I have perceived and made friends with enough four-leggeds, and two-leggeds to have witnessed some rare examples of wonderful, even miraculous trust.
There was that time many years ago that I reared a fledgling red-tail hawk to maturity and eventually released him back into the wild.
It was a couple years later while hiking in the woods some twenty miles from my home when I heard the shrill shriek of a red-tail hawk.
Looking up I was pleased to see the beautiful bird watching me from his vantage point on a dead snag not far away.
We stared at each other, and then, on a wish, or perhaps on a whim, I am not sure which, I called to him. “King, is that really you?”
He fluffed himself up, preened a wing for a moment as if deciding what to say to this human, stared at me, cried again, and flew closer still.
Then, hopping from branch to branch, he approached until only ten or twelve feet separated us.
We visited that red-tail hawk, and the red-headed boy-man and exchanged banalities, until finally, having caught up on recent events, with a final “chirp, chirrup,” and another shriek, he flew away.
(He told me that he had a date with a sweet and very tender little field mouse on the other side of the woods.)
I know that was king because such an event is so far from typical between hawks and men.
That was a special moment in space and time, and a beautiful gift from our wonderful, generous and loving God.
Only by His wondrous grace can we imagine such a profound demonstration of trust.
King displayed no fear that day.
I find it almost impossible to believe that man, foolish, insignificant little man, can say to himself that there is no God when we are surrounded by His handiwork. Yes, what a glorious example of God’s love.
Dear Heavenly Father, you are wonderfu, and beyond wonderful.
I ask that you reveal yourself to each of us in all of your miraculous power that we may open our eyes, our hearts, our beings, and profess your might and your goodness to all the earth.
Oh God restore us to what you intended us to be in the beginning and cause your spirit to be with us and dwell in us that we may be saved.
In Jesus blessed name we ask it, Amen
And make a difference, today
Charles Towne is first and foremost a Christian. An octogenarian, author, journalist, wildlife photographer, naturalist, caregiver, and survivor, his life has been and continues to be, a never-ending adventure filled with possibilities never imagined. He has adopted the philosophy that to Live fully, laugh uproariously, love passionately, and learn like there is no tomorrow, is a formula for a long and joy-filled life.