A Lesson from the Red-Winged Blackbirds
We have two Red-Tailed Hawks that take up residence in the field behind our house every year. They change their location slightly, picking a different dead tree to perch on each year, but they always show up. This year there are three, so I assume one must be a juvenile? I am uncertain. The hawks are actually awesome creatures to observe, albeit I have to admit their cry is a bit unnerving.
This year, for I think what may be the first time, we’ve personally observed their ruthless hunting practices. My husband saw one grab a songbird out of mid-air in our greenhouse area and I saw one soaring above the field with some unfortunate creature, its limp tail hanging out of the side of the hawk’s mouth. These predators are merciless in their quest for small (and even larger) creatures.
Something that has been interesting to watch over the years are the birds that attack these hawks. There are several species that do so, but the ones we see most often here are the Red-Winged Blackbirds. Brave and fearless, these birds will harass and poke at the hawks in mid-air to drive them away.
The other day, as I looked up at the sky, I saw this unique phenomenon yet again. High in the sky were two relatively small blackbirds relentlessly attacking this large, predatory bird as it flew in the sky.
And suddenly, I was reminded of something. Something rather important in our Christian journey. This analogy isn’t perfect. But I think it has value so I am going to share it.
But first, a little background.
Over the years, I have noticed an interesting dynamic among believers. There is an increasing distaste for anything even slightly controversial or convicting. And, in fact, if I post anything that is even slightly either of these things, I inevitably lose subscribers or followers.
I’d like to think this has not affected me, but as I am currently in the process of backing up each of my posts of the past sixteen years individually, I realize that it most certainly has.
Watching those birds made me realize that I have grown more timid and scared than I should have. I have been spending too much of my time hiding in the trees, hoping the relentless, persecuting hawk won’t find me. I’d rather guess, many of you do that, as well.
This is a difficult subject. Particularly in a Christian culture that doesn’t particularly love the truth, preferring instead to make up their own truth. It’s especially difficult because we are in a culture that accuses anyone who stands unapologetically on the Word of God to be arrogant and prideful; a Christian culture that has placed experience and feelings above biblical doctrine.
I don’t think I realized how much I’ve bent into the wind of these changes. Not until I read some of my old posts and I think…I can’t believe I wrote that.
And, while there is most certainly wisdom and discernment needed as we determine when and how to go about writing the hard things about sin, about false doctrines and false teachers, and about worldliness, it is so very important that we continue talking (and writing) about them—clearly, honestly, and without apology. Even when no one seems to be listening.
I often think of Jeremiah, who seemingly saw no fruit from his ministry. And, yet, perhaps there were a few individuals who heard and applied his message?
And I think about Jude, where we are told to have mercy on believers who are in doubt (in other words—who are interested in listening and have a humble spirit). We are to snatch them out of the fire of apostasy. (It’s probably important to note here that we, too, are supposed to be willing to listen to others and to have a humble spirit!) We simply cannot obey this passage if we are hiding, cowering, and never speaking up because we are afraid of a bit of ridicule and antagonism.
So back to the birds…
The red-winged blackbirds reminded me to stop hiding in a tree, hoping the devil doesn’t find me. They reminded me to courageously warn about the false teaching and the worldliness that is drawing so many Christians (or professing Christians) away from TRUTH. They reminded me to stop being apologetic for standing on the literal-grammatical-historical understanding of God’s Word.
FOR I am not standing on my own merit or my own intellect or anything else that is special about me. I am nothing.
But God and His Word are everything. I can confidently attack the devilish hawk with my sword of the Spirit. I don’t need to stay hidden when I am wearing the full armor of God.
I was encouraged by those small, brave blackbirds to be more courageous and bold. I thought you might be, too.
May I encourage you—whoever is out there still reading—to join me in standing courageously on the Bible, no matter what it costs?










