I have a canary. His name is Neffy.
I was up before the crack of daylight this morning. And I was excited to be able to see what a canary does the first thing upon waking.
Sitting quietly in the still darkness of pre-dawn, I listened for his stirring.
As the sky begins to throw back it's nighttime cover and glimmers of light begin to appear, Neffy went from silent and sleeping to awake and eating. He flew down to his food cup and ate.
Just a bit.
Then back to a perch. He preened his feathers.
Just a bit.
And then, the silence is sliced open by Neffy's rendition of the Hallelujah Chorus.
Could his song be a song of praise and gratitude for seed being in his cup? Could it be a song of worship to his Creator for supplying all of his needs? Could it be that this little bird is so thankful for another day of life, that he cannot contain his song any longer - that he must let his praises find flight?
His song is effortless; spontaneous. He is not concerned with how loud he is or whether or not his song is "pretty". He wholeheartedly, with reckless abandon, sings his song of adoration.
Let the high praises of God be in their mouth... ~ Psalm 149:6Jesus' disciples were praising God wholeheartedly and the Pharisee's tried as they might to get them to shut up. They told Jesus to rebuke His disciples. But, Jesus answered them, "I tell you that if these should keep silent, the stones would immediately cry out." (Luke 19:40)
God receives thanksgiving and worship from all of His creation. How much more-so should we who receive his life-altering eternal gift of salvation?
How can we be silent? Or with pious religiosity rotely sing because that is what is expected of us on a Sunday morning?
How can we not joyously sing our songs of worship if we have a grateful heart - anytime, anywhere?
Food for thought.
Because of Him and Unto Him,