My grandparents loved birds. My parents had bird feeders and bird books. But, I’ve never really been super excited about birds myself. I clearly remember coming along on family birdwatching adventures just because we were going to be stopping for hamburgers at lunch time. Sometimes I didn’t even get out of the car (and this was before smartphones, ipads, or other technology that keeps people company these days). I don’t dislike birds. I think they’re cute. And, my kids were old enough to enjoy them this year, so I got a bird feeder.
Because of all my bird-exposure, by default I can recognize and name most of the common birds in my area. We live in town, and I caught myself telling my mother, “We will probably just get sparrows, but at least the kids will enjoy them.” For you non-birdwatchers, let me give you a hint of the tone in my voice. Sparrows are boring. Sparrows are common. Sparrows are blah. Sparrows are not worth watching. Birdwatchers do not like sparrows.
But God does.
“Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten by God. Why even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows.” Luke 12:6-7
Matthew 10:29-30 adds, “Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But even the hairs of your head are all numbered.”
Apparently sparrows were not even valued by people back in Jesus’ time.
As I sat on my porch watching the birds in my feeder this spring (not just sparrows), I felt the power of God’s love for me. If He loves sparrows enough to not forget them and to know when each of them dies, how much more does He love you and me?! Enough that He knows the number of hairs on our head, the intimate details of our life, things that we don’t even know about ourselves! God knows and loves us, and He wants us to know and love Him too.