Bluebirds are fun because they’re easy. You set up a house, give it a season, and soon you’ll have a hot-spot for several groups of eggs every year. The baby bird below was born in a house Ashley’s dad made us several years ago. We saw him coming across the yard, flying for the first time and very slow. It was surprising that he was even able to stay in the air. His wings were short and his flapping was frantic. There was desperation in his flight. But…he did it. He made it to a tree, clinging to the trunk for dear life. He took off once more, looking for a steady spot and landed safely, though clumsily, in the place you see in the picture below.
2 Like newborn infants, long for the pure, spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow into salvation— 3 if indeed you have tasted that the Lord is good. —1 Peter 2
Learning to fly has given the young bird a taste of all that is to come. He now has discovered his vehicle. Flight will become his means of eating, of moving—of living. For the Christian, God’s word is our vehicle, our method of growth. As we take it in and crave its nourishment, everything about us is strengthened, both inside and out. Rev. Matthew Henry commented in the 18th century, “A new life needs suitable food. Infants desire milk, and make the best endeavours for it which they are able to do; such must be a Christian’s desires after the word of God.”
Let us all take flight, tasting the goodness of the Lord, and grow through the word of God into healthy children of our Father. See God’s word as your milk and crave it, taking in the nourishment required for your growth.