A Murder of Crows

           I witnessed a murder of crows.

          No, not the kind where crows are mercilessly munched on by a pterodactyl (wouldn't that be something?!) but the kind where crows glide around the sky and call to each other in their distinctive caw. Momentarily they may stop to rest on a wisp of a tree branch and then take up flight again.

         I am not sure what they were talking about (although it could have been bloody and sundered wing of some bird laying much lower in the valley below)  but watching them made me pause.  They were, although merely crows,  majestic as they soared circling the treetops. I breathed out in wonder, "What did we forfeit?"  Something so beautiful that I saw has been lost in our good intentions for "civilization."  Understand that while I know that the natural world is not redeemed any more (or any less) than humanity it appears to be something not so shrouded by evil. 

        As I stood there watching, 1 Corinthians 1:27-28 came to mind: "But God chose what is foolish in the world to shame the wise; God chose what is weak in the world to shame the strong; God chose what is low despised in the world, even things that are not, to bring to nothing things that are."

        Humanity has the pride that does not seem to accompany the "lesser" creation.  We, although the God proclaimed pinnacle of creation, also seem to have fallen the farthest from where we were originally intended to be.  We think of ourselves as "wise" and, in truth, are really foolish.

       I can only wonder, what will we be like when we are restored?  How much more transforming will nature be when it is remade?