I place my bird feeder outside, and within minutes the Northern Cardinals come.
They spy on the banquet: doubting, cautious, suspicious.
It’s too good to be true. A feast? Here? Now? Just when all the winter berries are gone. Just when we wondered if we’d make it.
I stand by the window and watch them finally–after much hesitation and much fuss– dare to feast.
The whole scene calls out to me: Yes, there’s a feast–here, now–and you are welcome to it. Cease the doubt, the caution, the suspicion. Stop fussing, come out of hiding, and just feast.
(And there’s even more. I have a whole bag of food inside, waiting for you.)
Psalm 36:8 “They feast on the abundance of your house; you give them drink from your river of delights. For with you is the fountain of life; in your light we see light.”
What’s keeping us from the feast?