Boy, some of God’s creations have not been performing to plan lately. I mean Jodi Arias, the Boston bombers, that kidnapper in Cleveland, the guy whose factory collapsed in Bangladesh killing more than a thousand people.
It’s enough to shake one’s faith a little. But mine got stronger over the weekend.
I was a house guest in Tubac, south of Tucson, and when I walked out on the covered patio my attention was drawn to a slight movement on one of the branches of a potted desert plant. To my amazement it was the head of a baby hummingbird in a nest the size of a silver dollar. This tiny creature, perhaps an inch long, was clearly waiting anxiously for its mom and lunch. I was in awe. I had never seen anything like this before.
Hummingbirds, so elusive, so fast, just aren’t expected to have family that close to us. The second miracle came the next day when the mother came to take her child on its first flight. And it was then that I found out that God looks just like a hummingbird.
I’m Pat McMahon.