Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. And even the hairs of your head are all counted. So do not be afraid; you are of more value than many sparrows.
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There are days when I am less afraid of being valued above the life of a sparrow. Those are the days when I am afraid of my own sinful nature to put a value on the lives of others. Whatever the glue that is used to keep us from peeling off price labels seems to have the same adhesive strength as the labels we fling at each other. Some labels we embrace at our own risk. Other labels are intended to let others know that we are not worth our time. When I hear of human death on the news, do I dismiss it more quickly when it is in another country, another race or religion? Do I take less notice when the death toll is low? Are the ones who died in a fire less valuable than the ones who tried to fight it or the ones who caused it? A sparrow is a sparrow. The daily pounding that the Lord takes as these little ones fall is beyond my comprehension to understanding. To lean away from it is to become far less human than I want to be. To lean in, is to lose myself to find myself completely and utterly loved by God beyond any label fair or unfair I have embraced or applied. Only in leaning in toward this God of all sparrows do we get a glimpse at the gravity of love.
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Just as I am, Lord, I come to thee. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
Writer, poet, artist, human, citizen, learner, scruffy, goof.
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