This week, the birds have seemed particularly loud as they sing in our yard. Perhaps they're bringing along spring, which would be just fine after this very cold winter.
Years ago, I read a book called And Not One Bird Stopped Singing. The book was about grief, and the title came from a comment in a sermon the author had once heard: we may be hurting, but outside ourselves and our cares, things are still moving along as they always do.
That's one way to interpret God's long response to Job (chapters 38-41). God never really answers Job's questions as to the reasons for his suffering. But God's message seems to be: though our personal sources of distress seem urgent, the universe in its vastness and intricacy does not pause, nor does God's providential care of all things.
With me, music is a powerful reminder of life-beyond-my-problems. How nice that the "featured" music of this week has been the birds.
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