KBRD in Newcastle, OK

KBRD in Newcastle

Are not five sparrows sold for two cents? And yet not one of them is forgotten before God—Luke 12:6.

              I heard my favorite radio station the other day. I think I’m going to let my Sirius XM expire on the car, as much as we enjoy Willie’s Roadhouse, Bluegrass, Jazz and The Bridge. This station plays what I like.

I was watching my grandson play out under the walnut tree when I heard him. Perched high atop a ragged old elm, the mockingbird sang his songs of joy. All the hits, all the time. Station KBRD in Newcastle.

I pointed Aodan to the sky where the mockingbird sang. “Listen!” I said, “Hear what he’s saying!” As we listened, he opened up his playlist:

Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they? —Matthew 6:26

Are not two sparrows sold for a cent? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father . . . Therefore do not fear; you are of more value than many sparrows.” —Matthew 10:29, 31.

The mockingbird’s playlist sounded so much better than the media stations we all listen to: all the bad news that we can find across the globe, (and for us Oldies fans), all the Jim Croce bar fight songs he ever wrote, all the time. It’s enough to incite a spirit of depression. Much better the mockingbird’s song selection.

God takes care of the birds. And bird-brained humans, as well. Listen to God’s feathered choir.