From Mother Megan:
Actual Fledgling News!
(Of the bird variety)
(Because we all need news that isn't soul-crushing)
Now that downtown isn't as bustling as it once was, we have noticed an increase of birds around the area. Notably, Karen has reported lovely bird song appearing in her recordings of hymns when she comes to play our organ.
This week, AnnMarie came by to check on the mail, and discovered one of the windowpanes in our Cayuga St. entrance had been broken. No rock or branch was in evidence, and the pane was too high to be the result of a break-in attempt.
Our theory is that a bird flew into the window, broke it, and then flew off. AnnMarie pointed out to me that at this time of year, baby birds are trying to learn to fly, so in all likelihood, an actual fledgling broke the window, then lived to tell the tale.
I enjoy the idea that some bird, somewhere, was feeling confused, crashed through our door, and then got straightened out via our entryway. It feels like a pretty good summary of life, really--sometimes we get turned around, make a big mess, but then God is there to redirect us and send us on our way.
The door will recover--it's simple enough for Chuck to cut a new piece of glass. It's a reminder that even when we smash things, in our confusion, our pain and our brokenness, God wants to turn us around, wrap us up, and help us fly right again. We always have a change to turn around and try again.
Even in these strange and discombobulating times.