How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him who brings good tidings, who publishes peace, who brings good tidings of good, who publishes salvation, who says to Zion, "Your God Reigns." Isaiah 52:7 (RSV)
"Honk, Ho-o-nk, Hahnk!" That unmistakable sound makes me look skyward to enjoy the peaceful sight of Canada Geese flying, leaves falling, and sunset descending. Even on gray days when the geese are hidden by fog or low clouds, their persistent voices signal their tenacious progress.
When they gather fro take off, the cacophony of sound incites laughter and thoughts of angels with sore throats. But just at the moment of lift off, all talking ceases and the only sound is that of strong wings rapidly pounding the wind while unyielding bodies fight to ascend. Messengers with bulky bodies, their "V" formation is a visual and audible announcement that winter comes quickly--along with thoughts of Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Since the days of creation, Canada Geese have been nature's heralds of God's handiwork; however, God's eternal messengers only spoke to Bethlehem's shepherds once. And upon hearing the good tidings, these herdsman probably ran pell mell to see the One who would be Salvation, the one who would reassure mankind that our God Reigns. Amidst the soft baas of sheep, pigeon coos, and cattle lows, they found the Promised One, the Messiah.
We know the shepherd's story because they told somebody who told somebody who eventually told Luke. In turn, Luke told all readers and hearers of the Gospel. Now, it is our turn to spread the news. Like awkward geese, we become heaven's messengers telling, shouting, singing, "Our God reigns. Salvation has come. The Babe is born."
Lord, Thanks for sending Salvation. Help us to also tell others, "Our God reigns." Amen
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