Sep 05 2008
Why did He pick the bird and not me?
It was again one of those trying moments in my missionary life. I don’t remember how many nights I cried silently for my loneliness. I was feeling lonely because my family was not in favor of me joining the missionary.
Anyway, one night I had this dream. I fell off the dock and since I couldn’t swim not only in my dream but also in real life, I was drifting away into the deep sea. I was getting frantic but somehow I managed to stay afloat.
I was looking helplessly at the dock hoping someone would spot me and rescue me. Then I saw Jesus in the water just next to the dock. His stature was big and the water was up to his chest. I felt relieved at the thought of a saviour. He was not looking at me so I shouted, “Jesus, please help me.” But instead of looking at me He turned his face toward his left which I automatically followed by my sight. And I saw him scoop a little birdie struggling on the water.
I thought to myself if He cared for that little bird am I not much more worth? Then I woke up. I asked myself why He didn’t take me out of the water? But I didn’t drown. Truly, if his eyes are on the sparrow, then I know He watches me (Matthew 10:29-31).
