There was severe weather in North Carolina today.
I don’t know if you all saw it, but an adventurous cameraman caught a waterspout with his smart phone and the footage is currently “trending” on Facebook (which means, thousands of people are viewing it).
I’ll have you know, readers, that twister sprouted a few miles from where, last week, a pelican did his business on the head of a gloomy (though defiant) redneck, who was standing on the boardwalk, staring pensively into the ocean.
Yes, I’ve read my Coleridge. I know what might happen if I exact revenge on one of the bird’s relatives. Plus, I can’t discharge firearms on the beach. I thought of my compound bow (I’m a fairly good shot), but gave that up as well. I’d draw too much attention carting it over the dunes. That left me with ye ol’ slingshot, the terror of neighborhood cats back home. The squirrel slayer. It’s small so I can easily hide it. If I’m not too out of practice, I might be able to hit the danged bird. I used to use marbles when I was serious about accuracy. They fly truer than rocks.
But now I can avoid the curse of the albatross as well as possible arrest warrants because that bird (or one like him) may well have been sucked into the water spout! (We can only hope so).
I’m still confused about that omen.
My friends laugh about it and rightly so – it’s hilarious. God has a sense of humor, at least. But some tell me it’s a sin to look for omens in the world. Others tell me God doesn’t work that way. “Sometimes things just happen.”
I’m sorry. Not like that they don’t!
There I was, praying to God, asking for help, a sign, inspiration, something, anything! And seconds later, the bird nails me? That’s a coincidence?
I’d rather believe God sent that bird than believe He never sends any birds.
Some of my friends strike me as unwitting deists. Deists look at the world as a big wilderness, abandoned by God. Nothing has spiritual meaning. All that happens is mundane and they accept it as stoically as possible. On the other hand, I don’t want to be like some of the crazy conspiracy theorists I know. They see signs and meanings in *everything*. There were six clouds in the sky on the morning of June the sixth?! It must be the end of the world!
No, I don’t want to stray too far one way or the other. I want to be safely in the middle, right in the line of fire of whatever bird the Lord sends my way. If He’s willing to manipulate Heaven, Earth, and every air-current in between to bring me and that pelican together, then He must really love me.
…and that’s encouraging.