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"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: ... a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak" (Ecclesiastes 3:1, 7).
I heard my first robin of spring last week. After the
subzero weather and snow we’ve had in southern Ohio, his song was welcome. He
outside the bathroom window. When I looked out, there he was in the neighbor’s
lawn, his red breast a welcome spot of color on the dull grass.
I always thought robins were migratory birds, but when I did
a Google search I discovered while some migrate, many remain in the same place
year round. In winter they form nomadic flocks that travel to where there are fruits
and berries left on trees and shrubs. When spring comes, the flocks break up
and the robins choose a territory, often where they were the previous year, and
begin defending it in preparation for courting and raising chicks.
While researching the migratory habits of robins I also
discovered some else I never knew. Male robins sing upon reaching the territory
they’ve chosen as their new home. They don’t usually sing when they are in the
winter flocks, because hearing other male birds sing stresses them. Birds sing
and call for a number of reasons: to attract a mate, defend a territory, keep
in touch with family and flock members, warn each other of predators, announce
they have found food, and to welcome the dawn. In fact, near sunrise birds
often sing more loudly and vigorously than they do at any other time of day.
I found this last tidbit of information very interesting. I’m
not usually up at dawn, but I have been awakened on several occasions in the
summer by the birds singing outside my window. In my opinion, it’s a hundred
times better than the alarm clock.
As a vocalist, I can imagine no greater way to express
myself than through song. I wonder how much better our day would go if we, like
the robin, started it with a song. Breaking out in a joyful melody to greet the
day might lift our hearts, soothe our souls, and would, I’m sure, be
appreciated by the Lord.
When we get to the place we’ve chosen as our new home—heaven—I
know we’ll be singing as joyfully as the robin greeting the sunrise. After, all
we’ll be experiencing our own Son Rise. We won’t have to endure long winters.
There will be no more sorrow, no more pain, and our lives will be filled with