Once upon a time, there was a little gray bird that lived in
the forest. It had a beautiful coat of
silver grey with a blue tint. This
little bird loved to fly high to the top of the trees, and one time it even
dared flying into the clouds. Its mother
knew it was special the day it hatched.
“You can fly as
high as you can, my darling. You can do
anything you set your mind to,” she would tell him.
One day, they were flying through the forest
in search of worms together when the little bird encountered the end of the
forest and saw in front of him the oddest looking rock he had ever seen. It was black with white lines, very flat, and
seemed to extend forever in either direction he looked. Beyond the road was more forest.
“What is that,
Mother?” the little bird asked, using his wing to point at the rock.
“It is called a
road. Never go there, for it is very
dangerous. You can fly anywhere in the
forest you chose, but promise me that you will not fly near that road.”
The little bird stared
hard at it as a large, shiny red object zoomed along on it. Right behind, a larger blue one flew down the
road and crunched anything in its path. The
noise made his ears sting, and the speed of the fast, shiny objects scared him.
“I promise,
Mother.” Still, as he flew away with
her, he couldn’t help but wonder what else was beyond that road.
That night, his
mother tucked him into the nest and said his prayers with him. “Remember that God made you, just as He made
all the other wonderful things. That’s
why when I wake up in the morning, I sing His praises. Someday, you will do something to glorify God
as well.”
“Like what?”
“I’m not sure
what, but God has a plan. All you have
to do is trust.”
After thinking
about her answer for a minute, he asked, “Mother, did God make the road
too?”
“Yes, dear, in a
way, God made the road too.”
“But, Mother, how
can God make something that is dangerous?
I thought everything He made is good.”
“It is, but what
is good for some people is not good for others.
God made man, and man created those roads. They are good for man, because that is how
they travel. It is not good for us
because we can get hurt.”
The little bird
snuggled down into his nest, but he was still unsure how he could find his
purpose, and he wasn’t sure the road was such a bad place.
As the weeks
passed, the little bird would fly high about the forest, trying to find what
God created him for. He knew the bees
had a purpose, to make honey. He knew
the mosquitoes had a purpose, as food for him and his mother. Some birds were to be mothers, others had
beautiful voices, but what could he do?
As he thought, he found his wings would take him to the edge of the
forest where the road was, and he would often perch on a branch that leaned
above the road, watching the road for hours and wondering what lay ahead. Each day he would edge farther and farther
towards the end of the branch, getting closer to the road.
Finally, one day,
he couldn’t resist the temptation anymore, and the little bird flew out of the
forest and above the road. The air was
marvelous there, and he wasn’t even afraid with the large, shiny things
rattling underneath him. The wind took
him higher than he had ever soared before.
He had all sorts of fun, flying loops, flips, and spirals. However, once he was tired and wanted to go
home, he found out that the wind had taken him away from the forest! As he looked below him, he saw very little
trees and a great amount of tall shiny objects that he later found out were called
stores. He flew closer down and saw that
roads were everywhere with those fast objects “flying” on them, even though
their feet never left the rock. Then there
were these horrid-looking bald animals who walked on their back legs.
The little bird
flitted frantically back and forth on top of the roads, trying to find the one
that led him to the forest. As he flew
over one of those shiny stores, he thought he heard his mother calling him, so
he flew down closer to investigate. It
sounded like she was calling from inside.
“Mother? Mother!”
There was no
response, so when the bird saw an opening in the store as a bald animal
entered, the little bird mustered up his courage and followed it in. The inside of the store smelled terrible,
with no fresh air or tree scents at all.
The sun in there wasn’t like the large, warm sun he was used to outside,
and bald animals were everywhere. The
little bird realized once he was inside that the bird calling him had not been
his mother but another strange-looking bird with all yellow feathers.
He decided to
leave and easily found the hole where he had flown in. The little bird flew towards it and promptly
smacked his head. He groaned and tried
again. Klunk!
“They must have
sealed the hole!” he cried.
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