A Flock of Robins




A flock of robins has gathered on my lawn. Self directed cleaning machines, they pick through the grass cleaning up bugs and stray seeds, nature’s feathered Roombas. It is time to move on. In the spring, the time of love and increase, robins are seen in pairs. But now, it is time to move. There is a long distance to travel before reaching a warm haven for the winter. Instinctively they gather together for the journey. Is it safety in numbers, or companionship they seek?

Thickening clouds and sun hanging low speak of difficult days ahead. Each robin has to make the journey on his own; no other bird will flap the wings for him. Yet the other bird’s flight in some way inspires and silently encourages the faltering one to keep on. Keep on. This is what we do. This is how we fly. Don’t quit now. Keep on.

Now gathering in a flock, comforted by the very presence of others like them, they prepare, fueling for the trip ahead.

…Let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds. Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another–and all the more as you see the Day approaching. Heb. 10:24,25