Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. Matt 6:26
It seems our community has adopted a pigeon. Not one of your ubiquitous, feral, street-pecking, town-centre pigeons though. This one is much more noble. Almost regal. Every feather in the right place and none missing. Colours all as they should be. A thoroughbred amongst pigeons. And every night it roosts on a bedroom window sill, feathers fluffed up to keep warm, waiting for Bill, a retired miner in his eighties, in the house opposite, to put out some wild bird seed. It must be quite content because it has graced us with its presence for some weeks now. The locals in the community speculate that it must have been a racing pigeon. Or a homing pigeon, its internal GPS system not functioning properly anymore. I don’t know for how long it will be with us. It has no worries though because God is providing for it, thanks to Bill’s tender heart.
We worry about so much. I know people who seem to spend their lives worrying about something. And if they can’t find an immediate cause to be anxious, they worry because they have nothing to worry about. Their lives seem to be full of worst-case-scenario “what if’s”. But Jesus, full of compassion, went on to say in the next verse, still talking about birds, “And aren’t you far more valuable to Him [God] than they are? Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?”
If you are a worrier today read Matthew 6:25-34. And read it again tomorrow. And the next day. And feel the love and compassion of Jesus fill your heart, displacing your anxious thoughts.
Being a Pilgrim 