A baby bird is missing. Please return it to house 36 or 38 if you see it. It's a baby. It cannot fly.
So that's what I got in the mail yesterday, just a plain 8.5 by 11 sheet written in purple marker with a few spelling mistakes here and there. But somehow it made me think a lot. As I was strolling down my street, I realized that I knew the kids that wrote the "letter". They're only in SK and grade 1 this year, but what really struck me was their genuine passion for this missing baby bird. As a kid, I wouldn't think that they would have the energy and willpower to write so many missing posters by hand to try to save this bird, but they did. There are even signs on the lamp posts asking for people to look out for their baby bird. I found it so cute and powerful. I mean, what would I have done? Probably just sit, cry, and move on. Maybe get a fish or something. But they really loved their bird!
What I wanna say is that we should have this same passion. We were talking about conviction and such today, and I wonder if I have such conviction as to tell the world (or even just my neighbours) that I know Christ and what He's done for me. I remember someone saying (probably Antz) that we shouldn't be childish, but child-like. For me, this missing bird incident really exemplified the meaning behind that saying. I mean, we dont have to make posters to prove our faith, but it really does take no effort to say "Hi, I'm Amy, and I believe in God," when you meet someone.
Man, I love kids. They teach me so much.
--a.
