An article in National Geographic several
years ago painted an incredible picture of
God's wings. After a forest fire in Yellowstone
National Park, forest rangers began their trek up
a mountain to assess the inferno's damage. One ranger
found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched
statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat
sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked the bird over
with a stick. Upon doing so, three tiny chicks scurried
from under their dead mother's wings. The loving
mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had
carried her offspring to the base of the tree and had
gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing
that the toxic smoke would rise. She could have flown
to safety but had refused to abandon her babies. When
the blaze had arrived and the heat had singed her
small body, the mother had remained steadfast. Because
she had been willing to die, those under the cover
of her wings would live.
Psalm 91:4 He will cover you with his feathers, and
under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness
will be your shield and rampart.
