Birds on a Wire

October 12, 2025
 
Reflections from the Heart of Allan Redenius
Hauntingly beautiful, always on time, there they are again to remind us that another season of life has passed, and a new one is about to begin.  As the robin brings the first sign of spring, so too, “birds on a wire” remind us that summer is soon to be closed and winter all too soon to follow.
 
What do I mean by, “birds on a wire?”  Every fall some migratory birds gather and sit upon wires suspended high in the sky, electric lines.  There they assemble to begin their flight southward to warmer climate.  Not unlike recreational vehicles parked in the parking lot waiting for their owners to begin the annual trek to Texas, Florida, or Arizona, a place of warmer temperatures than Iowa.  I must tell you, there is something beautiful about “birds on a wire,” and no beauty at all with the sight of “RVs in a parking lot.”
 
So, how do these “birds on a wire” know when to begin their journey?  Is there a leader, head bird, with a whistle that signals, “It is time?”  Seemingly, they all launch from the wire simultaneously and as they soar high above, the sky is darkened with their synchronized dance.  On the other hand, RVs trickle out of the parking lot one by one.  With their departure, there is no beauty about them, other than the excitement of the owner’s anticipation of the journey ahead.
 
That lead bird with a whistle reminds me of this unusual picture.  In Iowa there are a lot of deer and occasionally one is hit and killed by an oncoming car.  How does this happen?  I think that deer line up along the highway in the ditch.  In the lineup, there is one with a whistle.  When he sees no cars coming, he blows the whistle, signaling it is safe to cross the road.  On occasion, just to be funny, he blows the whistle, and a deer jumps out only to be smashed by a car.  The deer with the whistle, snickers and says, “just kidding.” 😊
 
On a more serious note, as “birds on a wire” gather for their annual migration, so too, we as Christians soon will be gathered in the rapture for our migration to heaven.  When God blows the whistle for that to happen, He is not kidding around.  Don't you be left behind!  Leave your RV behind and come to Jesus while you can.
 
Blessed be the name of the Lord!
Pastor Allan

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